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Feb 2014
Aurora sprinkle my morning wither warm dew
Call your lover to play the day through
Whisper Sol a meadow with cloudless day
Playfully tumbling with hair in the way

Luna will take hold when the sky turns blue
While Sol he saunters where the hearts true
Tithonus your play mate turns wrinkled rubber
His feat he’ll hop the meadow on legs like lubber

Beauty unbiased is more than nature’s surface
Treasured are you when you find your purpose
Tales they wither with the fusionism facades
Poetry of heart last extensive into decades

© Cathy Hodgson 14
Goddess Aurora
Cathy E Hodgson
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