Wednesday, 26 March 2008

Sunrise


When nightfall is at hand
and figures sleep across the land
The moon pulls white horses across the sand
and lays their soul to rest

When silver rays make light
and shadowsflicker out of sight
Light and dark battle the eternal flight
to win the prize of dawn

When red stains all the sky
and morning birds awake and fly
the conqueror moves across the sky
The victor, rose the sun

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