Dawn
Listen to poem:
A splotch of orange
spills over East,
mixes with and washes away
night dark and moon yellow.
Golden quiet transmutes
to silver sound, and tousled sleep
awakes to fresh-combed day.
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011
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