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When Sunrise Swings Her Lamp

When sunrise, Swings her lamp, We are born, again Seeing closed eyelids, Open, with sparkling eyes This gorgeous parade of Snow-white sunflowers, That sacred sun-dance, Bathing in beige light and Holding the columns of this earth Finally, this morning has broken

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 9/17/2009 11:18:00 PM
I think you would be good at Haiku and Senryu...If you ever want to try let me know and I will let you in on them...
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Date: 9/15/2009 4:53:00 PM
nicely done, keep sharing
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Date: 9/15/2009 4:01:00 PM
Very descritptive of early morning. Keep writing. Sara
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