When the sun is setting slowly
In the dusk across the land, And the stars have risen out of slumber From beneath the roaring sand Come the things that dance into the night, And twirl against the moon. And the Prairie eyed man will rise And come for you soon The clouds barrel on before you And they're lost behind the hills, While the Prairie eyed man awaits His midnight thrills He took hands with the swirling haze And tip toed through the darkness, And he smiled wider than ever before Bearing all to whom would witness His time was swept away In the raging winds which came, And the music carried out to sea And was never felt the same. Tanner F. Riche
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AuthorMy name is Tanner F. Riche. I am a published journalist and author, via numerous newspapers, Amazon, Kobo, Indigo, Barnes and Noble, and other sources. Please join me on my journey as a writer. I post occasionally. Archives
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