Gryffyn Rescorla Poems

Strolling down the wooded track,
Sunlight peers through a break in the trees.
Caught in its glare, my heart ascends,
As I resolve to tell her.
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Early morning.
The bitter wind upsets the air.
Creeping into the distant sky,
A golden guide of light.
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I have never seen a jewelled sky.
Sometimes I see a lonesome point of white,
Standing against the apathetic murk.
Looking around, I can count four or five of these incendiary spheres,
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Crowding ahead,
Can be seen a black space,
Densely arrayed,
Bathing all within its grasp
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