http://slow.writerscafe.org/Cherrie_Palmer The original writings of author Cherrie L Bill en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775952253 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Morning’s treasure spread rich and warm Across the horizon. As dusky shadows bloomed a vibrant gold. And this new dayjust was. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherrie_Palmer/3128914/ Nights depths Fall awayWhile- Morning's wings Settle-On this new day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherrie_Palmer/3127744/ Countless spirits descended As my soul abatedCrowding out my dayHeavy eyelids encumberedNot my heart just my sight As a restful sleepAlluded. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cherrie_Palmer/3126328/ The Morning Sky,Wore pale denim. Not in Depths,Of sorrows ragged. But in Azures,Where hearts are lifted. From the deep,Of waters blueTo the outer-most horizon. 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