7th sky

conscious poem

“…Suspended bridges hang over,
The flowing rivers of time,
Reflecting their swaying shades,
Swirling falls play a symphony,
Rumbling tumbling on the moss,
To shape misty hues of blue,
And send the spindrift high,
Reaching into the seventh sky…”

Michael McGregor

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