Sunrise
By judith_morgan
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Sunrise
Red mist
gathers
and dances on the horizon.
Shy at first,
even for such a private audience,
her head is bowed, eyes averted,
her movements slow
entangled in a soft gauze
of red amber lilac scarves.
With sudden passion,
she leaps,
swirls,
undrapes them one by one,
glides upwards, and,
statuesque,
stands
glowing,
breathless,
triumphant.
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