Morning #1

Great bountiful star,
Over the mandated landscape
Oscillating in river rays
Daring the bees of lent harmony
Moving masterful eyes
Over this box of time
Ranging the canyons of blue soaked eyes
Never reaching closely
In the depths
Not the braided bend
Grasp the failing star
Eloquent lady, dew dress
Mend the belly of the sun to see wonder,                 Alas.

I like pie. Writing poetry for me is all done without editing or pre-thought. Enjoy the dribbles of my mind. :D

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