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Last Light
The last light of day — the yawn before the dawn.That golden ray shines fiercely, gasping, grasping, clinging on to that final moment. Where do you stand in this?Do you let it whimper away?Do you fan the flame?Do you stand in the cool blue shadows? Look along the cliff’s edges, golden lines.Brown eyes trace them,…
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A Fable of Remorse
A fable of remorse,a fleck of dust upon the rose –see the moonlightdance upon the falling snow,the trickling dew at dawn,a whimper in the night. Surrender thineto the waves of blue,hands upon the water,sparkling eyes toward the blistering sun.A bath upon the shore,baptized beneath the trembling waves,blessed beneath the burning sky. The skies above –soaring,stationary…
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