Sunup
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Slipping over the edge of Earth,
Sol summons Dawn for His rebirth;
at sunset.
And His descent dooms day to die;
its crimson blood staining the sky,
with sunlight.
The Moon's pale sphere of mirrored light
discreetly rises every night;
at sundown.
Dawn's lance then pierces the darkness,
dissolving its shield of starkness;
with sunshine.
And as sunbeams intensify,
Sol's brilliance blinds the mortal eye;
at sunrise.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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