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I watch you from a secluded place,
as you weave shadows into lace.
Banish the grey, tender the gold,
beauty offered, never sold.
A finger beckons and the grey
fades, flees, it can not stay.
You now demand, pale rose.
From rose to peach, then so slow,
the sky stretches, opens its arms,
the dawn has lost her magic charms.
Morning, one of a thousand, offered up
I drink thirstily from the cup.
Kay lee kelly
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