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In the sunlight
by Richard TrotterNow I can hear the dawn
and feel my ashes warmed
grey and dusty thoughts fading,
a breath of fear and potential
prisms spin and yearn asunder.
The dawm makes me golden
when i whisper in the water
and name the brightest spheres,
flattered by wasp wings
so elegant and free.
Here on the edge,
sapphire and stone cities,
are caressed by blinking heat
Unclear, but I know theres progress
as the ruined temple crumbles. 10/26/2006 Posted on 10/26/2006
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