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Morning

by  romancegirl1

Posted: Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Word Count: 59




Where the grasses meet daily,
I can see the sun rise;
O'er the tops of the trees and
Into the sky.
A golden hue and purple haze.
The heat of day shivers as I gaze
Into the sunlight,
As the shadows lay hiding.
When the light dares
To cut throught the air,
And smiles to my soul
Once again.