Across the Glory of the glowing skies,
A veil is drawn of shadowed mists that rise
From lavishness from God's late gift. the rain.
a very fine poem. tony
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Across the Glory of the glowing skies, A veil is drawn of shadowed mists that rise From lavishness from God's late gift. the rain. a very fine poem. tony