It Flies across the West End of World
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8.13.'15 Belle Côve, NS, Canada
When the sun starts to set
into western end of the world
It has become as delicate
as the yolk of an egg
Its hues are as tender
as the feathers of a duckling
wearing wings of a flamingo
I'd hold it in my palms
patting its head and wings with a smile
8.13.'15 Belle Côve, NS
8.11.'15 Isle of Madame, Cape Breton, NS
It casts its last look at the small fishing village
its quaint origin place of birth
The beacon is beckoning to the sailors
Farewell to its eastern homeland
8.14.'15 Peggy's Cove, NS
8.15.'15 Yarmouth Cape, NS
It lands upon the lighthouses on its subtle claws
And dips into the sea with its elegant beak
Skies and waters turn into gold
And Fire Phoenix
spreads its magnificent wings
8.13.'15 Belle Côve, NS, Canada
It flies across the west end of world
leaving a brilliant trail behind
The dusky skies and evening seas
8.19.'15 Portland, ME, America
It flies across the west end of world
8.26.'15, NJ, America
