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1st Place in Shadows & Light Poetry Contest |
DAWN pink hues delight in dance, softly touching their fingers upon feathery yawning clouds the honking, not of the city, emanates from the V of outstretched wings, pointing intently toward shifting light untethered barking, songs sung by wild dogs, singing to a setting moon pink hues marvelously meandering gently fading into day ~~David DAWN on my WordPress page 1st Place in Shadows & Light Poetry Contest
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