Whispering Soul Poetry

The sun comes up, So bright and clear. The morning dewdrops Shed their tears. They come together And seem as one, Each morning When their day's begun. The treetops Seem to be ablaze - With a golden, yellow haze. Our love is rising, As the sun. It's rays - they seem To make us one...

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