My Piece: Lone Star Whispers

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Just one of my poetry pieces that I wrote a couple years ago. I’d love to hear your thoughts on it. 

 

The flag ripples its blue and red,

In a throaty wind,

The kind that wakes things under your bed,

A wind that cautions the hearts of men.

Mixed with the eerie lowing cow,

Yonder o’re a phantom hill.

A wind that silently to you calls,

“Ride, ride into my night.

And see my dark light.

One built of Lone Star Whispers.”

 

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