
SUNRISE IMPRESSES The black fingers of the night begin to loosen their grip… Colours begin to bloom like the flowers in my grandma’s garden… Curtains…
#poem, “Sunrise Impresses”
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Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

SUNRISE IMPRESSES The black fingers of the night begin to loosen their grip… Colours begin to bloom like the flowers in my grandma’s garden… Curtains…
#poem, “Sunrise Impresses”
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Very nice.
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Thank you.
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Very fine poem, Francisco.
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Thank you Pat!
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