Dahlia Rose

He rises in the morning
Long before the sun.
You know he won't be home again
Until the night has come.
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The sky is painted crimson-gold
With swaths of orange and red,
As clouds of cotton candy-pink
Form above my head.
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The Lord gave unto us a son
Too young to understand.
Two little hands, two tiny feet,
On which he'd never stand,
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I remember well the day
you left.
We hardy said goodbye.
But even though you're
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Think of me
In early spring
When flowers bloom
And robins sing.
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He stands so still,
He never moves
As all the others
Stamp their hooves.
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Dancing, Prancing,
Leaping high,
Painting rainbows
In the sky.
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My fantasies are all of you,
I dream of you each night,
And hope that when the morning comes
You'll be here by my side.
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Your love flew in on a
thousand wings
On a cloudless, moonlit
night.
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