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MOONSET WAS SUNRISE
Moonset was sunrise
The egg of the sun dipped into many cups of dye
.. pink and purple saffron yellow
orange and red.. a gold mellow
but He preferred His own color.. that
of blazing light
and emerged untouched
by dawn or dusk or deepest night
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SHROUDCLOUDS
The sun was shrouded
in a cloud of scandals
Not seen his rays
everburning candles
until the wind came
and blew away
the shroud clouds
and all saw
his eternal light
Hey, A very good poem that creates wonders of eggs , all the colors. nice work. loved it! stop by and read some of my poetry.