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First Love (Free verse) by Dovina

The brilliant sunrise Of this winter morning Turned to bright reality of day. I wasn’t winter-broken, I thought it would stay.

Dovina 8-Sep-05/12:05 PM
I asked you if you really do not see the point of the poem. You answered “yes” you do not see the point, but added that you realize it’s a metaphor. You rambled about the reality of sunrises. I said your point was trite. That’s all it’s about as far as I can see.




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