Rise slowly broken dawn
Bring out your golden wings, whose tips are stained red
Drop the rags of your soft yellow dress to hide your shame
Open your tear filled eyes to look upon time in his glory
Gently take the black robe from his warm hands, let him take you into his arms
Drops of glass fall down unto pale skin, only to be brushed off with care
What had been cold has now been replaced by warm darkness
Take his hand Dawn and begin your journey
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Black and White, and the millions shades of gray in between
This journal is mostly for me to post my poems, and an occasional free write. Probably the theme of this journal will be the differences between how people view black and white, good and evil.
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SilverLaughter
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