June 2, 2009
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The flaming glow gently rises,

As the gleaming sun disguises,

It's light who pretends to be gold,

And peek from the ball of old.

It dances on the tips of wings,

Plays hopscotch on all nature’s things,

A torrent of radiant dust

Pours over darkness's rust.

The colour of roses and peaches,

Glorious, streaming, it reaches,

To set fire the glistening dew,

And give birth to a day anew.

A blazing rush of vivacity

Celebrates. It has no pity

for shadows of Cimmeria.

Darkness now has hysteria.

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DreamersJourney said...
Jan. 9, 2015 at 2:00 pm
Simply beautiful c:
spiria said...
Jan. 22, 2011 at 11:50 pm

Beautiful. I love your imagery.

My favorite part is:

It dances on the tips of wings,

Plays hopscotch on all nature's things,

....and everything else. :)

Care to check out some of my stuff?

Ariel_Rosario said...
Nov. 17, 2010 at 4:48 pm
AMAZING!! I love every single line of this!
CountryGothic said...
Jan. 11, 2010 at 6:43 am
Wow! That was written perfectly and I loved it! I just added it as a favorite. If this is how you usually write, I want to see more!
Amanda S. said...
Sept. 24, 2009 at 6:49 pm
Tagged it as a favorite. Lovely imagery, keep writing!
poemgirl55 replied...
Sept. 26, 2009 at 3:29 pm
Thought so too! It was great.
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