Sunrise - Poem by Michanna Talley
A wondrous sight ot behold, In your eyes this object will hang, Never should it be left out in the cold, For its beauty can burst given the chance to sing, To wake up and see this would make your day, Sometimes it can be seen in the west, Although the sight will be far away, This would be a joy to see after a long rest. Being the color of fire, This sight cannot be a lie; For after a while its beauty will expire, Even though again it will come by. Pretty is the word for the beauty of this scene so strong, But this sunrise view does not last for long.
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