Fervently rosy, with an ancient glow,
But never any starlight from our sun;
It's glad rays in pure radiance flow,
Like molten gold, or as sugar spun!
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A beautifully crafted poem, dear Ma’am Evelyn.....10+++
I appreciate your lovely comment very much, Bernard.