“A Rhythmical Rhododendron’s Rhapsody”
Life lost for seconds, hours, days, or years.
Oh, priceless and precious day of sighted sound.
Sunshines and copper moons.
Silver stars and a red mars.
A tomorrow’s tunes in next week’s noon’s clock.
It calls for singing.
A cantor’s song.
Harmonies for thought.
Thinking colors of a time.
A rhapsody of a rhododendron’s rocking rhyme.
J. Billet
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