In comes the dawn with his fore finger,
in the grips of aurora,
and Venus now shining as a morning star,
looking like an old watch dog,
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The comparison of Venus to a watch dog is quite apt! The poem abounds in a series of beautiful and striking images! Enjoyed reading!
Your expressions linger long after we are through the game of life ends in the blue and enters in the green. Wow! A look at the line I quote will further vouch for my assertion: The old watch dog, having offered the morning prayers, asked the cute rose buds, to leave their beds,
A thoughtful poem, very impressive write.