The rising sun displaces eastward night,
Dispensing cool, sweet shadows by its light,
Then bit by bit the molten gold of day
Grows, glowing, gleaming, sending hence the gray
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Yen, your words are beautiful...so warmly descriptive of the positive and so cooly descriptive of the sadness. I could feel the loss within me...Barbara
Awesome choice of words you used in your poem. Great write! Always, Linda
its so cool...............well written.