Lady Sunrise

She walked light as air.

Pale pink dress, long blond hair.

Both trailed behind.

Yet there was no wind to find.

She painted dawn behind her as she walked on.

She was the lady of the dawn.

She walked from the east to the west.

The white lace on her gown turned to eary morning missed.

She then stepping hight into the sky.

Goodbye lady sunrise.



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