A waking beam of light,
Softly peeking over the horizon.
Distilling the minuet drops of dew,
From every velvet flower.
A gentle stream of light,
Unfurling the world to our eyes.
A golden beam of light,
Creeping into the hearts,
Of all who spent the night,
In the captivity of despair.
A piercing beam of hope,
Extracting the shadows of the night,
From the heart waxed cold.
Bringing peace to the world,
Sight to the blind,
Warmth to the soul.
And joy to the heart.
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"we are too young to realize some things are impossible, so we do them anyway." -William Pitt
2 comments:
I love the imagery in this poem! I miss real sunrises, here the sun doesn't come over the mountain until well after sunrise, so we don't really get to see it :( boo!
really, hailey, keep writing! this is great :) and i can't wait to see more.
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