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| Photo by Jordan Steranka on Unsplash |
Dawn emerges from the mount
Ready for the climb of day
Across the spires of the sky
To soaring heights ascending
Swelling above beyond the clouds
And when it reaches the highest rise
Gently sinking slowly down
Back to earth from whence it sprouted
Written for dVerse.
A lovely, gentle journey.
ReplyDeleteLovely--and lofty! A gentle journey. Nice pastoral poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteGrandiose big language for the great epic. Yet So gentle.
ReplyDeleteThe cycle of mother nature - ascending and descending - back to earth again.
ReplyDeleteCool. Dawn as a sprout. The poem read as a rising and falling, naturally.
ReplyDeleteThe sun ascending and descending with each day bringing forth light.
ReplyDeleteA gentle cycle!
ReplyDeleteNice last line with the use of sprouted.
ReplyDelete'Across the spires of the day' what a lovely phrase!
ReplyDeleteYou painted with words...lovely day!
ReplyDeleteInteresting perspective of the sun across our skies during the day as simply the journey of the dawn. A beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteI feel the cycle most when it changes the most.
ReplyDeleteI love the way this crescendoes and diminuendoes, the rise and fall of your words is beautiful.
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