Dawn Light
S Sandra Fowler
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The moment is as delicate as flowers.
A call for trillium is a call for spring.
Dawn rises fragile as a yellow bird.
How many ways can light say beautiful?
Vocabulary fails to capture it.
The essence is too rare for human speech.
And yet from somewhere far across the world,
I feel the brightness of your warm regards.
Copyright,2009, Sandra Fowler
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