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MORNING GLORY
The imploring streams of mornings dawn
Glows like linen;
Cascading eastern light,
Peeking around crisp silky stones.
The heart is creating life,
Playing harmoniously,
Pretending to beat with feeling;
Emoting a whimsical masterpiece.
Unfinished words, ending hollow voices,
Reach out and touch the moon tonight.
Time will never end.
Heaven is still there;
Life's longest drought will end.
Sarah Claudette Bratcher
Smilesz. It's interesting how u weave your free verses, as differently yet as skillfully, as you had forged your rhymed structured verses. Very beautifully done, sarah... I particularly like the ending lines...give me a sense of bittersweetness though. I hope i aint sounding too rude now, but hehe, i have a poem that is similar to yours: The Morning Glory And The Nightingale. If u have the time, please read it. I will be honored if u leave your comments for it (as with every other poem of mine) Smilesz.