As the sun arose in the easterly rain
Thunder rattled throughout the heavenly plane
Majestic grandeur, the passing rain
Passed swiftly through the restless trees
Softly sound, the birds who sing
Among the heavenly haven whims
Passage of the rising sun, as it rose
Rustic beauty, the deepest red
Radiating light in heavenly glow
Praise to him in hidden light
Placed slumber soothes my sight
At the morn, as I awaken
Purity beside the light that snares the sin
Fellow light a waits therein
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Nice poetry!!!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"