Posted in English poetry, Mindful

From the Tops


In the darkness of night,

When the sun is out of sight,

The breeze over water cool,

Giving a nice pool,

Standing on a high tower,

Looking down at the power,

Of the spurts of water,

Blowing out its flower,

A float down to glee,

In the fast spree,

Lovely is that feeling,

Of the air fleeing!

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