Morning Star
White flashes of flickering flame
That wonders in the still dark vault.
The bards sing verses in your name
And above all the heavenly suns you exalt.
I watch your dazzling light
Upon the north is my gaze
Sad memories, deceive or fright
Die burning in your blaze.
The horizon, a flat dark line before
Ignites in flaming amber shades.
A tear roll down, pain in my core.
My morning star departs and fades.
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Carmina A Book of Poems
PoetryCarmina (Hebrew) means garden or orchard. In Latin it means song or poem. This is a collection of Poems of love, life and nature.
