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First Song.
3am and a lone voice
begins to tweak the air.
A drowsy-eyed dawn
slowly blinks away the
darker shades of night,
filigree fingers draw
puddles of opal grey across
the fresh set canvas,
of a day barely born.
3am and a lone voice
begins to tweak the air.
A drowsy-eyed dawn
slowly blinks away the
darker shades of night,
filigree fingers draw
puddles of opal grey across
the fresh set canvas,
of a day barely born.
typicam morning for me
typicam morning for me
ron parrish
A typical bedtime for me :-(
A typical bedtime for me :-(
"opal gray"
Definitely a early morning sky color - well said deepwater. - slc xoxoxo
Thank you Stella :-)
Thank you Stella :-)
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Hi Stella, pre-Brexit Britain
Hi Stella, pre-Brexit Britain is as confused as ever, I don't think many want to leave with no deal though it does seem rather reckless to me. I really must come onto this site more frequently I miss so many good poems when I don't visit. I have only read the one book by E V Lucas, I had no idea he'd done so many. Sue x