Title: Early Morning Author: Shadowed Pen
Sunlight filters through heavy clouds While the wind acquiesces to questions allowed Trees dance gracefully from side to side No shade to be seen, nowhere to hide. Swiftly the sky rolls northward bound Soon to be fooled and turned around Gusts come and go from every direction The mass boils revealing vague abdication. The sun is new for the day was just reborn But such hidden light makes the day seem forlorn Hope still flares in the receeding breaks above A reminder to the ground of an undying love. The ground holds firm, not to be subdued A mix of many similarities and varying hues Such beauty exists every minute of every day What sadness to know from neglection it decays. Comments on "Early Morning"
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