Oh for the red crimson song...
Flits of color here and there....
Feathers of love
The dreams unfold at evening dusk
Whispers of ghosts long past
Riding in the wind...
Artists
Changing lives,
Filling our world with light, passion and hope
The Anza Trail,
Santa Cruz River flowing through
Much like the Big Sandy Creek
from my home land...
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