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There In Morning Sun, Hope Circled Enticing Dreams

There In Morning Sun, Hope Circled Enticing Dreams From inside gaping jaws, golden honey slow drips its taste as if bitter hell came with deadly judgment life turned into a bevy of sunken ships with the dried up bones below a sadden statement. With solid granite illuminating moon 's glow ironclad hills buried secrets sadder mysteries impropriety ran in and melted wicked snow starving for more people ate from empty granaries. The wicked angels flew about on leaden wings watching for the innocence of the golden truth dawn's light erupted brought the small songbirds that sing for hot romance and the vanities of our youth. There in morning sun, hope circled enticing dreams. Father time gave its fruit to fill the icy streams. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet, Feb 25th, 1971

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Date: 8/17/2023 4:20:00 AM
What a moving sonnet, Robert. The stanza that began "the wicked angels" was a heart grabber, truly engaging. I'me enjoying reading your poetry. Have a wonderful day, Sara Etgen-Baker
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Date: 8/5/2023 12:36:00 PM
1971 wow! I was 8.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 8/5/2023 5:17:00 PM
Thank you, for commenting my good friend. Did you start composing at an early age, like I did? God bless...
Date: 8/5/2023 12:35:00 PM
so beautiful, my friend.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 8/5/2023 5:16:00 PM
Thank you, my good friend, I simply cannot recall the event that gave rise to me composing this one. God bless.
Date: 8/5/2023 12:12:00 PM
I love your ending on this one. A wonderful write. Have a blessed day/week...................
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Robert Lindley
Date: 8/5/2023 5:14:00 PM
Thank you, my friend. So long ago, I composed these poems. I had forgotten them. Was lucky they were found. This one was written when I was just 17 year old. God bless.

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