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Rays of light mottle an atmospheric canvas
Varnished with a saddened hue of blue
One requires the other

Alarm clocks chime the birth
Vocalized stretches alert commencement

Rising spines challenge each mind
to acknowledge gratitude
Whether expressed or not

Fate marks an autographed message 
which lays the foundation for maturity

And growth...blossoms

A breeze that captivates flesh
A song that whistles its own etymon

Begging for style
Ignoring rhetoric
As street lights decompose

The life before the night before
She never belonged to him anyway.

The skyline explains
The fate that was chosen
The night was ours
The morning belongs to no one.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 3/31/2016 4:10:00 PM
This is lovely.... :) I loved the unusual street lights decompose. Splendid. The ending is also captivating...the morning is full of possibilities. I just recently received a comment on my Gladiator poem, and I noticed a post of yours I had not answered. Apologies. I'm gave me a chance to come and visit. :)
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