I saw on this morn
the clouds...
they were bursting with orange,
bleeding with reds,
singing a chorus
inside my head.
On this morn I saw too,
the purpled sky
that once was blue.
The sun was cradled
by the misty morning billows,
its sky is the heavens
as it laid on its pillows.
That sky being my heaven too
serenades my approach
as I walk into
the waves of an ocean
so far and wide spread,
never ending miles,
none ever said.
None ever being said
my friend.
On this morning I could
die a happy woman.
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