Softer Than the Pale of Dawn
Morning was born, softer than the pale of dawn
Glints of sunlight gleamed from pastel skies,
In my eyes, life was a beautiful canvas
filled with wondrous hues from the palette
held in the glorious hand of the Master Artist.
November 14, 2022
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Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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