The final stars fade
and from my back
I feel the sense
of the sunrise.
Gazing upon
these snowy peaks
rays gleam off
the pure white surface.
Then the first chirp
followed by myriad
of bird songs echoing
through the ancient furs
that have witnessed
this awakening
long before I was born.
In a list
A contest entry
- Summer Time Nature ~ short under 15 lines ~ by MoonsShadow.
600 points, ended June 29, 16 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this is so true of a picture, nice vision of old and new, thank you for this entry and good luck..
Lin
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