Like The Sun
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In morning mist she rises fair And greets the new day gloriously At midday hour she fills her world With brilliant, golden majesty. At evening time she breathes a prayer Of crimson, azure skies. At night she waits the new day's dawn With peaceful, slumb'ring sighs |
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In silvery, silent elegance She sails upon the midnight sky; Her graceful robes of fairy light Trail after with a sigh. By light of day I dream I see Pale shadow of her face, With promise of cool evening breeze And gentle dreams of Grace. Copyright © 1994 Alan Little Return to Index |