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The Morning Garden
The sun rose against the darkness of night ; greeting a new day
Birds sang their morning song, high in the air
Along with angels to sound pleasant
A sonata began to play
The sun placed his banner upon the skies ; welcoming a new moment
Darkness was being replaced by the morning light
Although she wanted to witness the beauty of dawn
Which is gone since the yearful night ; and then returned to start over again
Finally the sun reigned upon his zenith ; the sun shone brightly
Yet he discovered a new oak tree by his sight ; it grows
Above the the hill to the edge of the skies
Higher and higher it gets ; and sweeter the fruit it bears
The sun rose against the darkness of night ; greeting a new day
Birds sang their morning song, high in the air
Along with angels to sound pleasant
A sonata began to play
The sun placed his banner upon the skies ; welcoming a new moment
Darkness was being replaced by the morning light
Although she wanted to witness the beauty of dawn
Which is gone since the yearful night ; and then returned to start over again
Finally the sun reigned upon his zenith ; the sun shone brightly
Yet he discovered a new oak tree by his sight ; it grows
Above the the hill to the edge of the skies
Higher and higher it gets ; and sweeter the fruit it bears
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Roses in the Desert
White roses cover the sands of the desert,
A fragrant golden snow for you.
I watch the light upon your face,
cast soft shadows of blue.
Keep your head upon my shoulder,
until I go crashing to the ground.
In the night my stars cover your body,
echoing the world's soft sound.
White roses bloom on the sands of the desert,
A rising cloud of pure intent.
To see your eyes reflect the emotion,
I take in your fingertips of content.
Together we run through the veins of time,
And rain falls through the sand.
I light the expanse of the broad sky on fire,
spreading the word throughout the land.
White roses wither in the sands of t
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Like A Memory.
She fades beneath here and now.
Holding in all her tears,
She watches the sun dissapear.
Petals lay beneath her feet-
Fallen from the roses she unburied.
Pretty curls linger admist her face,
Pain etches marks within some lace.
She screams but no one hears.
For-
Her voice broke years ago I fear.
No one knows her pain.
She's far past dead these days,
No tombstone marking her grave.
She forgot how to live-
How to breathe,
And eat.
Darkness took over all faith,
And pain put her in a grave.
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Golden Path!
Moonlight painted ocean path
Across calm sea of dreams
Angelic moonbeam, magic sight
Path of pure golden light.
Where does it lead? this endless path
Iridescent night-time sea
Destination 'Celestial Plain'
Where beauty abides ~ never to wane.
2012 Delice1941
30th June2012
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I wrote this poem based on this prompt :
With warmers days starting in many areas of the world, the sun is starting to shine more and more often. What sort of thoughts and memories come to your mind when you look up at the sun?
With warmers days starting in many areas of the world, the sun is starting to shine more and more often. What sort of thoughts and memories come to your mind when you look up at the sun?
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Lovely to read. The imagery made me feel warm inside.