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the sun rises in imperial topaz

smugly passing the willowy vapors

till an advent dazzle of sugared gust

squirts a crimson-like toffee mist flavor    



amid the sapphire and the land, the sun

blows  an airstreams of hope, draping the earth

with the warmth of her perfunctory mirth

for the lands to sprout foliage to behold



over the beach, the sun mirrors itself

having fun in giving her elegance

gaily bopping to the rolls of the ocean

till the great zephyr commence to be felt



slowly, the sun’s radiance is going down

it’s now time for the moon to lay her gown





written 4/13-14/2003