SUNRISE

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SUNRISE

In the tepid breeze
Of a Summer sunrise
I feel the warmth
Of maternal love.
Good Morning
Mother Earth!



SP.
4/16/08

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Sonetto’s Poems (14)

Title Comments
Title Comments
TIME TO SAY FARWELL 1
WHEN MY HEART 0
BEYOND 0
SORROW 0
LONGING 1
HOPE 0
THE END 0
OBLIVION 0
MYSTERY 2
LONELINESS 2
ETERNAL SONG 0
SUNSET 1
SUNRISE 0
SPRING (To my daughter) 2