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Morning
by Maria Terezia FerenczRising early hoping
I will catch her
removing her garments of black
stripping away revealing
pink purple colored bruising
caused by eternal nights of pain
Slowly she pulls away her sheets of gray
I catch glimpses of her skin
brilliant light colored white
she does this all unaware I am watching
or not caring
I am an interloper on beauty
watching absorbed by the grace
as she shows her splendor
a private viewing for the eyes of
any and all mankind
if they care to watch
to catch her as she rises
03/03/2005 Posted on 03/03/2005
Copyright © 2026 Maria Terezia Ferencz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 03/23/05 at 08:53 PM The essence of truth can only be found in flesh. A life well-lived leaves bruises, it is in the way that we deal with the bruises that we are judged. Really powerful verse. |
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