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Sunrise to Sunset

When sky plays her colour notes silent yet unyielding.

I bask in the magic of awakening

Here a hint of pink, a dash of yellow

And moon in her shapely forms looking on 

There is music at sunset sky too,  

The birds sing there roosting strains

There very own sweet goodbyes

Like the Soca melodies of my Trini people. 

Some tend to be

Bold brassy and compelling.

Others exciting as goodbyes often are

Sunrise to Sunset © gillena cox 2024

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

MTB: Elaborating Lacunae in the Fragment or Keeping Things Whole

challenge:  use a fragment from a poem to write a new poem

REVISIT TO READ

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