Regargless of what any AI Detector reports, this poem was written in its intirety by my hand!
Francis J Grasso
In the earliest of morning light When birds have not yet taken flight The sun so low a shadows’ might Escapes an eagle perfect sight When the earth in leisured chill Each valley dank along each hill And longing stripped of lovers' will With every dreamer dreaming still An angel through that black long eve He holds a trembling hand to grieve And in the moment make-believe The rising sun will not deceive Doorways dim must stand and wait This tragic timely twist of fate dec 11, 2024
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