The sunrise of hope dispelling all darkness,
dispersing the mists of fog
Glistening dew, prisms of oily color,
morning bird calls echoing off verdant hills
Breath deep the crisp air
and let the burden of care
fall from your spent shoulders
Drink serenity and peace,
lift high your eyes to the cyan skies,
give thanks and receive release
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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Good write SB.
Some one kept on about 'cyan' and I said 'What the blue blazes colour is cyan?!' not knowing that I knew the colour - blue! heehee. Doh!
Thanks Orchi for the review and you comments of humor always brighten the day like the raising sun.
You'll analyse some of my nutty comments maybe, having being a psychologist, I see.
I never analyse friends I have enough trouble analysing myself.
There was this guy once, who analysed everyone. He didn't have time left to analyse himself! lol. But it was spooky!
Sunrise is a wonderful time and the joy of the day is waiting there for us all.
Fine words soren.
Andy
Thank you Gold for the review and most encouraging words.
These words read to me
like a more refined mirror reflection
of my own humble post today
as once more we're in-sync, my kind friend
indeed
'there is yet grace
in our fallible humanity'
(thank you! a rejuvenating read
after what's been a sickly week for me)
Thank you L.B. I hope you are feeling better and I appreciate your review and kind words
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