http://wp.me/p2WUYR-5E Then came a silence, a hush that only solitude knowsThe hazy sun, diving to the horizon all aglow Peeked, all other sounds, tho faint, seems to explodeHidden now, a trail, reverent americans once rode Shadows grow, the bouquet of color dims and greysLight diminished, familiarity rushes from this place Exhaling breath that finds the exit difficult to beholdA piece not to be Continue Reading...