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Cajoling the Mist to Lift at Dawn
In misty dawn, where lilac blooms croon,
Weary heart strums a bluesy tune,
To cajole the sun to day-spring,
From its dream-time, and join and sing,
To lift dark's slumber veil and swoon.
Etching sun-beams through the dank dune,
Guitar player and sun attune
The dawn is lifted from mist's cling,
In the dawn expectant.
With a sigh of relief the moon
Lifts the pall of the night's cocoon.
Propelling light, the sun will bring,
To end to the glum soul's aching,
For the warmth known to come at noon.
In the dawn expectant.
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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