Burnt Orange Sunrise

Unaware of the firing motion
The moon reflects in her glazing eyes
Solitary motion distils the summer days
Transparent figures move in the burning sunrise

Subtle movement in the deep blue haze
The moon rejects to her surprise
The summer days begin to hustle
Memories twinkle upon the next phase




Poetry by Lisa C Wilkinson
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Written on 2006-09-22 at 17:51

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
a beaitiful poem and so well written rgds mike
2006-09-24