17 take my hand and come with me

17
take my hand and come with me
over spring’s peaks and younger wings
and nearly blossomed dogwood dreams
where future falls from the sky
lit with dawn glimmering
and hope yawns with sparkling dew 
in fields of evergreen
below an endless rising sun

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