"daze"
hands lifted
as if in prayer
walls hold
a Summer's promise
against murmurs
around us
hillside breathing
ferns bowing
night's shadows
fleeing
the rising dawn
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2026 04:56
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Good write much enjoyed
Thanks my friend🙏🕊️
most welcome
Sol invictus the sun god of our ancestors Ra Frasier's golden bough to which we bow where as Muslim to the east disguised in Mohamud's tomb and Meca or the Mason's four directions. Nature itself bows to the east awaiting the sun's raise. Clever title daze as in days Well done my friend.
Most appreciated, Soren 🙏🕊️
Most welcome Cryptic
My friend, this is absolutely beautiful. The stillness feels deeply restorative...a brief sanctuary from everything clamoring beyond it. Wonderful work, Arqios! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Many thanks my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Very good Write on the dawn. 👍🌄🌞
Thanks Kevin 🙏🏻🕊️
Very secriptive in few words yet creates a beautiful and calm scene in the imagination. Nice job.
Thank you my friend🙏🏻🕊️
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