The cloud of rain dews that last night shed
Is falling
Falling still
On the soils houses fields and seas and Oceans
Lulled in the arms of a cross Dawn.
Few
Verses write I
But I chant the poesy
Lull the Dawn from her cross face and
Bring a beaming small in place.
So
The day will go, its usual routine,
With a Dawn less cross
Awhile
Decreasing quite but still
The cloud of rain dews that last night shed
Is falling
Falling still
On the soils houses fields and seas and Oceans
Lulled in the arms of a cross Dawn.
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