The sun rises,
It's rays the fiery feathers of a phoenix,
And dawn plants a soft kiss on the horizon,
Her pink cheeks and rich blue dress,
Stretching across the waking sky.
She welcomes the new day in her warm embrace,
Her white hair tumbling over her shoulders.
Later, she weeps, for the day is gone and night is to come,
And no one has noticed the difference.
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Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and written in poetic diction. A nice poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9