Watching the Sunrise
I watch the rising sun's
radiant, rosy touch,
change dawn's pale gray cheeks
to a spreading pinkish blush.
And as silver golden ribbons
unfurl in the air,
that's Heaven adding adornments
to dawn's glowing hair.
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Author's Note. If you, too, are inspired by sunrises
and sunsets, I'd love to read your descriptions.
Please post them here.
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