Light

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Light

Daylight breaks
through treetops vermillion shards
spark and glisten,
dance through ashen shadows
illuminate darkness
as if by natures own
peculiar brand of magic
small flares of life burst forth
to form an ocean neverending
of light traced in gold,
gilded in silver and shining like fire
diamondesque raindrops stud emeraldwaves
while boughs bend as if to an applause they answer

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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