At one with the morning blush, I see the face of an angel above the eastern tide, draped in the spherical riches of our sunrise.
A warming amber infuses my determination to say ‘hello’ once every morning before reality bites,
and to wish a soft ‘goodnight’ before the moon’s lunar sadness lifts your spirit from these bare and empty shores,
with a gathering of heavenly white stallions,
washing away those beautiful smiles life can never live without,
my most cherished days……
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