Friday, January 4, 2019
Dawn, A Conversation With The Muse Comments
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The velvet hand of night rises its fag end grey and cold
shimmering as dawns rosy petalled fingers fill the hills
a blush of rose red and orange dispelling the miasma dissolving it
in the slow heat of its solar fingers across the frosted fields.
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7/28/2025 10:21:49 AM # 1.0.0
We think too much. But life is mysterious and nature motivates us. Mist merges with dawn but as per time this again is separated. Action leads to reaction. This is law of nature. A brilliant poem is wisely penned.