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Saturday, April 26, 2008

When the Night Stops

My words are in bold...My sisters are in normal text...

The night stopped and dawn began,
(Black to red, Orange to yellow),
Reflected in tears unseen by the whales,
in song connected by souls.
Under a harvest red sun she hummed
a melody
that soothed ripples
in rising cresendos, an unbearable warmth
turned frigid cold by wrath untold.
Fires burn silver in blinding brilliance,
(A brilliance stolen) from that of
an angels star fallen to earth.
In her eyes it saw innocent beauty
as the night stopped.

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