Night becomes dayA Poem by EileenMarieThe sun rises to begin the day
The sun rose above the GYPSY Mountain RIDGE peaks
Allowing FRUIT of MANGO color to replace RESIDUAL darkness Peering thru the ARMY of sparse clouds showing RELATIONS to the blue sky streaks The sun rose above the GYPSY mountain RIDGE peaks As the birds played their internal HARPS KINDNESS of day awaits the eager beings starting NECESSARY rituals The sun rose above the GYPSY mountain RIDGE peaks Allowing FRUIT of MANGO color replacing RESIDUAL darkness
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