If my eyes should dim
and science and prayer
can't save my sight,
let my last image be
the soft morning light
when dew drenched boughs
sway and ignite
an image that burns
forever bright,
to dispel the shrouds
of eternal night.
A contest entry
- Quickie # 1 (THE PROMPT IS UP PLEASE FINISH YOUR RESERVES!) by Daniela Violin.
550 points, ended May 30, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
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That phrase "Dew drenched boughs". Magical!!!!!!!!!!
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It's plain to see why this exquisite piece placed. And with it's message I too must agree. What a lasting imprint on the mind.
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Lovely Poet you have capture the image of the sweet light that falls as the sun rises and wind settles in quit reverence
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That was breathe taking.
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OH MY! THIS IS GORGEOUS!!!!
I just love the early morning before the sun rises!
My favorite part of any day! 
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