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It Is The Sunrise

I could go on and on and praise the sunset
But the sunrise, she calls to me
It takes great effort and great lengths for me to see her
But her orange red glow is beauty like no other

Slowly she rises, waking and waiting for all to see her
She smiles and so do I
And I let her warmth envelope me

Maria Michaela

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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