MY SUNRISE SKIN...A Poem by An owl on the moonOn the waking edge of my sunrise skin...![]() When the night gently kisses the Morning And her cheeks blush a smooth cherry red I have felt her breathe a soft warm wind On the waking edge of my sunrise skin In these moments, her eyes dance bright blue And she lets drop her dark, starlit sweater Wrapping her bare arms with ashen clouds Smiling at me with her coy, timid ruby lips Tempting me to rise and play with her light To see her Wonderland just within my reach I hear her laugh riding the whispering wind And I play in her shadowless fragrant radiance Until she lets her lips rest again softly on the Night... © 2015 An owl on the moonAuthor's Note
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Added on January 10, 2015Last Updated on January 10, 2015 AuthorAn owl on the moonAbout"There are only four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for.. and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: O.. more.. |


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