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Post by Saya on Feb 2, 2005 19:27:59 GMT -5
Looking to the east I watch your face As orange as a setting sun
Soon turn to yellow And then to white As you climb the sky To dominate the night
And steal the stage From the countless stars
Then pulling free From the outstretched Fingers of the trees Which reaching up As if to caress your face
Did for a time shield that beautiful Image from my eyes
But now I behold you Full faced And sensing the grace I lift my cup to offer a toast And pour libations on the ground
This is a good poem, that I wrote down..
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