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The Gifts of Dawn and Dusk.

As dusk approaches the warm light retreating Shadows conquering the illuminating splashes Across the dimming backdrop of walls Bathing the room in crimson brass miasma The sounds of night’s intensity slowly increasing Overtaking the angelic chorus of twilight Coppery impressions dance off the cloud faces Fading into the soft pinpricked violet milieu Divinely recounting the experience of hours passed In crisp meticulous summary shuffling about Blessings counted of the gifts wrought upon me No life imagined could be greater than this Closing my eyes offering soft prayers of thanks I drift away filled with great enthusiasm To open my eyes with the coming of dawns light Ecstatic I have been anointed to live another day

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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