Aurore Poem by Isadora Quagmire
Aurore
The grey of mountains cold,
Is melting into gold,
The rough—barren quarry,
Dawns a robe of glory,
Trees of frozen lightning,
Are sudden dress'd like kings,
The bare mountaintop still,
Now with much wonder fills,
The sun is burning nigh,
It gilds the azure sky,
It gives me a crown of gold,
It warms my body cold,
It spills diamonds in the grass,
I wish that dawn would nev'r pass.
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This poem made me feel the sunrise with it's warm lines and bright wording! What a well composed piece, vivid and sensational!
Thank you, Soran for your very kind words and thought through review! God bless!
Your poetic expressions spill diamonds in your Poet's Page. Your poems are always worth revisiting!
Once again thank, Rob, Timber, and Becca for your lovely and reflective words! I always appreciate your reviews!
Again and Endless stream of 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++
Such beauty all the way through! .. Thank you for sharing such imagery and awe for your readers to experience with you so to speak! ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Oh Wow! .. Absolutely Breathtaking! .. Such Glory and Awe! .. With feelings ever so amazing! ..