Sorting Out The Sky
A pinch of morning,
Now with dawn setting,
Sliver of silver,
Radiance giver.
Oh sky! what summons you
To tease at us so?
Feathered harbingers,
Noisy bringers,
Of new occurences;
Are sure to find references,
In measure of man's mind,
Who isn't always kind.
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