The morning opened with
Picturesque and chiaroscuro.
The ceremony of novices
Into new life.
Glistening body with warm clothe.
The dawn had paled
Their rose face,
And dusk had crowned
With a beautiful whispered
Rain.
Made moaned darkness.
A little light had gone there
Regularly to eye the time.
But the men slept early
The whisper continued.
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