Sedoka – Dawn (1)
Dawn rises crimson
Bleeding into fleeing night
A low moon, golden, holds court
Looks into my soul
Leafless tree drips dark beauty
Fills me, with sadness and joy
© Ann Bagnall 2015
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
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Fabulous!
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Bravo. I love this. -Drew
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