Behind the Jefferson Memorial
Original Poem
By: Rebecca Nowack

Written: 5/20/03

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The sinking sun
slowly exits
into the Western sky.
Soft shimmers
skip and slide,
glide upon the glistening surface.

Cool, crisp winds
rush alongside
sailing birds,
guiding their way
to the icy platform below.

Serene sights whisked away
by the flowing winds of time.
Sun soon set
upon the frozen lake
as blue-to-orange skies
fade from view.

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Rebecca Nowack
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"Logic is for those who cannot create their own realities."

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