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another simple little poem
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The rose I seek
Soft hair, oh so pretty. Personality truly sweet, Never bored when in your presence I'll just stare in your eyes so deep. stand you in a field of flowers, and you'd be the rose I seek. Glorious Arrival The sky is now awakened, The clouds are set ablaze. New morning sun invading, Disbursed in misty haze. Creation turns to face him, The sky now sings so bright. Golden streaks in purple sky Announce this brilliant sight. Mountains standing at attention, All creation awaits his view. The morning breath sings his praises, The awaited arrival making all things new. Light pouring over the horizon, Here comes the radiant king! Reflected glory visible In the song all creation sings. So also we await the arrival, Of our great and glorious King. When we, with host of heaven, Will His glorious praises sing! By Kelley Mata 10/23/99 Sunrise on Larch Mountain |
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