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Parting at Morning (Free verse) by Sasha Water.
Wavers of a rose
on its surface bloom.
Purple in the smokey clouds
seems an altarâs plume.
Nightly light and nightly shadows,
shadows with no end.
Calm of amber, craze of ruby
round the region blend.
Her nice faceâs magic changes
heap their glory on
all our tears and breath and kisses
in the dawn!
The dawn!
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