The dawn came slowly at first
A few sparks of light here and there
Just barely the glimmer of something better on the horizon
Then it broke the tree-line
And exploded into existence
Flames licking the sky
Yellow, orange, red,
It consumes the fading darkness
Echoed by the gentler shades
Purple, blue, pink,
Add to the breath-taking beauty
Born in the still air
And you take my hand,
And our love blooms once again.
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Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA simple collection of poems I've put together, meant to get you thinking. I wrote some and gathered some, but if you don't like poetry, don't read. ;) RANKED #356 IN POETRY ON 7/27/2016!
