SUNRISE
Legends
told in rising suns hear nightingales cry in the dawn;
The
backbones of surrounding hills release themselves in shuddering yawns.
Blood
of ages sear the sky as sweeping sand dunes glitter gold;
Eyes
of strangers soak up light and reflect yearnings young and old.
In
the distance, mountains merge with hazes gray and frosted stone;
There
is no mem’ry in any age of stealing the story for one’s own.
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