Wednesday, June 1, 2011

My first Sestina - 1st draft - 1st stanza

Childhood fades to that far away place
where blue skies framed a joyful sun
that fed the spirit and nurtured growth
of small bodies eager for the living
where laughter tinkled like crystal in the breeze;
an anthem of spontaneous expression.

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