Genesis The gentle grass rolls, Violet flowers go on forever, Hills as high as the biggest endeavor. Moon comes out, Nighttime’s shout, Dusk's last breath, Ghosts' silent death. Dawn's early awakening, Riverbank silently shimmering, Water flowing, free as can be. Warm mist floating softly. Mystical, magical land, Only touched by God's graceful hand. by Georgie Karavetsos ’30 2
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