days of stone
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Warm sand between our toes, your hand belongs in mine, until our songs are sung; our instruments unstrung. Ryan Stone Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Aging.
Full moon to you I sing this tune— bright streams, hidden dells, clouds and dreams sublime. Ours to share, for all time. Ryan Stone
confused cicadas singing late night lovesongs —bright summer moon Ryan Stone
in the Wheatbelt sharp grain ears listen… wind-song Ryan Stone
How many blue jaysSinging the morning, to hideHer departing breath? Ryan Stone
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