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Waiting (Free verse) by itchiwitch Ebony skies lighten and blush
to grow fiery red
over night-dreaming hills.
The dark, ragged clusters
of gossipping trees
appear on the ridges
and emerge from the seas of
the moon-coloured mists in the valleys.
Black hills will soon
be sunkissed green.
The honey of birdsong will soon be released
by the great, golden traveller
on his daily run.
Lets welcome him back.
Lets welcome the sun.
Up the ladder:
!!!
Down the ladder:
Night Song
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Posted: July 13, 2002 1:14 AM PDT; Last modified: July 13, 2002 1:14 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.7272725 Overall Rank: 1865 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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13-Jul-02/7:23 AM
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Ode to Ra
wonderfully descriptive
great job, nicely written!
I really like this! I would like to post it on my website, of course with you name as the composer. Let me know if its ok. You can e-mail me at fire2iceus@yahoo.com Thanks
Remove the last 2 lines. They turn this sappy poem into a late night talk show intro.
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