On the claw of daybreak is a bridge, they say
that extends to an everlasting sunrise foray,
where every morning glory is at the cliff—
whether they're climbing or descending is a riff—
of muddied quagmires where a slew
of sunflowers that on the talons of radiance either died or grew.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
On the claw of daybreak is a bridge, they say
that extends to an everlasting sunrise foray,
where every morning glory is at the cliff—
whether they're climbing or descending is a riff—
of muddied quagmires where a slew
of sunflowers that on the talons of radiance either died or grew.
