Magical

The high rises
Lit up in a hundred hues
In distant view
The water between us
Waltzing under the sky
The humming breeze
Kissing my face
Bringing intermittent
Pools of smoke
A bird skirts the water
Skips hops and plays
A night jogger
Trailing the lonely path
Stories are told
Moments are relived
Life happens
Playing at a distance
A familiar song
A favourite one
Of mountain mamma
In West Virginia…

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