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Date published: January 7, 2006
Wispy pinks crossing azure blues
proclaim the dawn with changing hues,
Heavenly embers fade from view
as night wanes to give day it's due,
Silver strands woven so precise
sparkle with dew like jeweled lights,
Then caressing fingers in the breeze
touch my mind and soul with peace,
Night's voices hush with the morning star
while feathered notes awake my heart,
And as the morning fills my eyes,
I see in your face, my sunrise!
Jack E. Bilek
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