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WINTER MORNING
 
WINTER MORNING


White shimmering sparkles
On a bright virgin morning
Sparkles in the midst of air,
Like a new born child
So innocent, so pure...
Then suddenly as if taking
The first breath of life,
The sparkles slowly fade away
Leaving only the memory
And a golden day.

(c) Eva Marie Ann Cagley

By Raggedyann

© 2018 Raggedyann (All rights reserved)

 

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