flower of morning
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red
grape skies overhead
wistful in the mist
so long yearning for peach sun
green birds sing sudden
Earth was wet with dew,
Fog rolled over the hills,
Gentlest breeze blew,
And with it, the chills!
Morning of the mist,
That rolled in at dawn;
But what a strange twist-
Everything seemed gone!
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I locked in my room at 6 am,
The condensation in my window,
Cold and brand,
That’s the time I come and stand.
Parents telling me to get up,
When I already am,
Feeling the cold touch on my window
That's the time I come and stand.
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Pink skies will turn shimmery blue,
And reveal where the redbird flew,
As sunbeams sparkle on silvery dew,
At the golden rosy dawn, fully new!
Exotic birds will all sing in tune,
As butterflies seek the blooms of June,
And we'll make plans for the afternoon,
On the other side of alabaster moon!
Trieste is built as an end to both land and sea
its houses flow down from the forested hills
like glaciers they lie silently in the ridges while
their fronts embrace the water lending it a shape to end
When the sun rises one can see from a fortunate
spot the sparkle of golden crosses on churches
and the colours of the houses flaring up under
a warm sky, a breeze promising a day unhurried
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In twilight’s fading glow, a voice stirs unseen,
It is the song of those from shadows gleaned.
They Walk with broken backs, hands worn and bruised,
Society’s edges, abandoned and used.
Is justice but a whispered prayer in the dark?
Or does it stand, a flame, a fierce spark?
To the powers that sleep in golden halls,
Hear now the cry from those who crawl.
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In the shadow’s veil, beauty lay concealed
Unseen by those who walk the hurried way
The moonlight whispers secrets softly sealed
While shadows dance, the night turns pale and gray
A fragile bloom awaits the dawn's embrace
Its petals cloaked in night’s cold, tender shroud
Yet beauty thrives in such a quiet place
A truth unveiled when hearts no longer cloud
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Let us rise with the dawn,
Embrace this new day’s promise.
Tomorrow’s whispers guide us;
Innocence of past years fuels our steps
Together find peace in the present’s embrace.
flower of morning
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red
grape skies overhead
wistful in the mist
so long yearning for peach sun
green birds sing sudden
Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt Sr., on the day he departed this life
Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight’s revelations of wonder,
the sky is ripped asunder.
The moon lurks in the clouds,
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