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Dusk to DawnA Poem by SyberRoseThe white satin tides fall softly upon the shoulder of the shore as dusk removes the sarong of a pink particle sunset While the .. |
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RISE, SHINE, AND FALLA Poem by kublakhan2710 15 13 |
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First FrostA Poem by Jared NolisA crisp clear winter morning |
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Crescent MoonA Poem by HelenaCrescent Moon night drapes black velvet ‘round a crescent moon seductive shadows spin moments chasing silky clouds .. |
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Nature's PaletteA Poem by HelenaWhen each day’s brilliant pink orange dawndrifts slowly into viewI paint my mood a happy hueof sapphire’s sea blue jewelsOcean dipped with.. |
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Blue DawnA Poem by groishtin the centre of a padded sphere watching the sunrise through curtains like a promise that came too late the sky is in repose it.. |
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The Voyage of YestermorrowA Book by groishtScarabaeus is the head of the Scarabs. He carries himself in the manner of a character straight out of Shriekspeare. His gaze is penetrating, yet gent.. |
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Morning Becomes You...A Poem by MsJewel~ an aubade ~ |
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Pendulum: Glimpse of DawnA Book by WhitlingerThe day everything ends, Earth has visitors. Three teenagers find themselves tangled in the mystery of the aliens and the purpose of their arrival on .. |
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Until DawnA Book by HollieThere are humans, and then there are Darklings. Yet, through the vines of fate and poisoned blood, there are the Forsaken. |
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Chapter One - DawnA Chapter by HollieThe nightmare was constant, repeating itself night after night for the last week or so. It was beginning to have an impact on my conscious life, bri.. |
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FACING THE DAWN (Free Verse)A Chapter by Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)The night never stay forever... |
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DawnA Poem by EmilyMorning beckons,And I rise with the SunIts tangerine glow making everything gleam.Even huge skyscrapers soften their edges.The silence is unearthly.Te.. |
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Morning WalkA Story by Kat BlairReader taking an early morning walk... |
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Appreciate Another Morning SongA Poem by Angel CrinerFrom 6 am to 3 pm I sit in the same place 5 days a week and I'm not always aware of the birds singing to my right as day breaks but it's always new an.. |
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AwakeningA Poem by Violet's RunWhen consciousness first became self aware what did it do? |
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