Dawn
On the trailing edge of night, in a gallery on high, hangs an ever-changing painting on a canvas made of sky. on a palette made of love, He creates enduring splendor in His work of art above. as it flows around the Earth, it epitomizes hope as it symbolizes birth, stays a moment, then it's gone, yet exists for all eternity ... the miracle of dawn. ~ Dean Neighbors ~ | |
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