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Good Morning


I see the burning of the sky tonight, hues of orange to light, fades of blue; dark overcast, overnight, I tame sight. Lion in the sky roars to lay a mark; Seeing the heavenly fire creeping forward, reluctantly, the night turns to ashes the darkness of yesterday dies away, summoning the day, calling the masses morning dew evaporates to the sky, reawakened, like a phoenix I feel new limits are endless, lusting in a sigh; the light illuminates, breaking the seal possibilities are endless today, burning of the sky taking me away
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Jose D Serrano

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