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Elizabeth Browning



Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Touched by the light

the sun
tiptoes its way 
into the morning

kissing the tips of the mountains
with light
snow reflecting gently
pink

so the day
slowly comes 
into focus
and becomes
brought to life by the light

my heart
frozen
dark
awaits the coming of the sun
and the son
and when the
 blessed light 
touches the cold black place

my heart warmed and
softening
lives


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