Sunrise 06-07-2021
The morning creeped and crawled its way,
’Til night was but a dream;
Then, bursting through the clouds above,
Indeed, just yearning to be seen:
That morning light did bask the ground,
And gave the dew its sheen!
Copyright © Alfred W. | Year Posted 2022
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