Morning
low fog tumbles hushed
a crisp air cleansing my sins-
a light of hope shines...
silent solitude
morning sun...sure and willing-
I rise to conquer...
without compromise
the yellow feathered sky yields
powdered blue promise...
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Poet ~ Rick Parise
Aug. 25th 2011
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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