Patterns of PraiseA Poem by A.A.RomanczukThe Sun drawing His last breathe Baptizes the Earth with crimson blood Only to be resurrected by the Dawn With Her rosy smiles, She lifts Him From the velvet grave hung with stars To illuminate the Master's masterpiece In praise
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2 Reviews Added on September 14, 2011 Last Updated on September 14, 2011 AuthorA.A.RomanczukNJAbout“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde Feel free to check out my first publis.. more..Writing
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