Monday, December 31, 2012

Thinking of Boulder

They play violins in the mountains
And accordions in the snow
The sun seldom shows up
Except in muted tangerine glow.
The music snakes up the forests
Waters in the lake shine
That mood of life in the distance
Not lived but forever mine.

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