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. ___________________________ 08.03.2020 STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (16),any form,any theme Contest Judged: 8/3/2020 Winner: First Place Sponsored by: Brian Strand |