Horses and Ships



Cold morning soldiers
of dew and mist
guarded the sunrise,
Flower world nearly yawning
an awakening birth,


But not yet
for this moment in time
stops,
somehow
paused between
stolen nights and fleeting days,
The frozen moment thaws
as stealthy sunlight
warms mist
to nothing.

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