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A few words from a dear dear friend. Well, ok, more than a few. Just read it! It's good!

Dawning

My eyes are drawn upwards
In a fleeting grand stare
The birth of the morning
Beholden so rare

A gold and red heat
So fiery and alive
Vibrant with promises
That will ne'er survive

Like tendrils of flame
It's fingers reach down
Licking the flesh
My weakness now found

One final brief moment
To hold in the sight
Then lost in the rapture
I turn to take flight

With death at my heels
A solitude found
Darkness enfolds me
Now lost in it's shroud

Tempting the fates
But it's glory now known
The love that is hidden
It's dawning unfolds

Thank you very very much, Sweet Lady Winter!

Oh, come on now peoples. I know there's a lot of you budding young poets and philosophers out there. Let me hear what youve got to say.
After all, what's a good joke between friends??

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