When Dawn Turns To Morn
Yon there, the charioteer of Sun
Heralds the arrival of dawn,
Seen dawning her demur more smiles
That spread on to far spatial miles.
She inches close with a pleasant face,
Her beau, Sun, to embrace,
Ever so slowly baring her breasts
Approaching, slipping closer abreast,
And losing her self as a dawn
She merges— one with the sun.
Her pale orange radiance
Emits golden red hues at once,
And soon she's no more dawn,
Ah she's a young lady called morn.
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08.03.2020
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (16),any form,any theme
Contest Judged: 8/3/2020
Winner: First Place
Sponsored by: Brian Strand |
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