Thursday, November 21

The Rising Sun

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See the rising sun today
peaking oer yon horizon
I ran towards it eagerly
to say hello and greet him

All around me myst did lie
Above the trees did hover
Hiding many treasured things
Beneath the soft gray cover

Then the sun did greet the myst
Bright in his crimson fashion
And the myst did run away
Before his glorious shining

Farewell said I to the myst
I’ll see thee on the morrow
For I greet the morning sun
Who takes away my sorrow

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