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National Poetry Month 2020 There was something about
Dawn
That captured my soul
A beauty that I could never
Truly comprehend
At that age or any since
Yet I spent days camped
Waiting for the next
Encounter with that nascent
Light
Dawn
That captured my soul
A beauty that I could never
Truly comprehend
At that age or any since
Yet I spent days camped
Waiting for the next
Encounter with that nascent
Light
Many mornings
Come and gone
Have been spent
Some
Waking
Kissed by the sun
More
Being kissed by
He that illuminates my life
In too many ways to appreciate
Still
Once in a blue moon
I will wonder
Whatever became of her
