Whistling The Daylight Poem by Tom Squires
Whistling The Daylight
Of all the colors in the world
There are none so cold as blue
And beautiful to memory's reach
Into the sky or on some beach
Where golden lay the treasure sand
Where people walk some hand in hand
And seagulls float on breezes warm
While children speak in joyful song
And turn their heads remembering
To join the dance of life
And bring Their dreams
That kiss with mortal breath
And long to be
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