• crogers180 53w

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    I am the breaking of the morning,
    Not promised, but a gift ~ a poet's
    Blank page on which to write
    Its verses of the day ~ that which
    Has been stored in pockets of the mind,
    Those which are fresh, not yet
    Tattered, growing cautious over time.
    I am ever ready to record as a
    Rembrance, etched for all eternity ~
    The words of the inspired,
    Upon the sacred scrolls of poetry.