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In youth's embrace, a woman barely grown,
I'd wake to greet the sun in sylvan glade.
With birdsong as my morning call, I've known
The dew-kissed dawn, where magic oft is made.
The energies, in shifting dance, they sway,
Awaken my being with each new morn.
As vines upon a tree, they seem to play,
Entwining me, by nature's spell reborn.
Upon my cheeks, the tingling kiss of dawn,
As if from fairy's hand, a gentle touch.
In that brief moment, spirit's veil withdrawn,
I glimpse anew the wonders meant so much.
For in the heart of morning's golden light,
I find the whimsy, pure and shining bright.
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Dreams unfurl on canvas wide,
Shadows dance with light allied.
Themes of duality intertwined,
In art's realm, the mind's defined.
Brushstrokes glide with patient grace,
A ballet upon the painted space.
Familiar faces, yet out of place,
In this realm of imagined chase.
Lost in colors, I gently sway,
Amidst the hues of night and day.
A symphony of paint, a vivid play,
Where creativity holds its sway.
In this world, stark and gray,
My art stands bright, come what may.
A beacon in the dim, a guiding ray,
In the gallery of dreams, it finds its way.
About the Creator
Haley Morgan
Welcome to my page! I'm a passionate writer with a deep love for fine art, history, and literature - especially in the realms of poetry and dark fantasy. I hope to illustrate and publish one day!
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Comments (1)
Such a wonderful poem. Loved this line: "The dew-kissed dawn, where magic oft is made." Good one, Haley!