... together we rise again at dawn.
Dr Abe V Rotor
Death of Cumulus
Meet me early in the morning;
grow with me as the sun rises
reaching its zenith as I reach mine;
rest with me as the sun goes down,
glowing with the reddening sky,
and the passing of years - and mine.
But you are a young Sybil at dawn,
pure, rising, but into feathers die.
Would I ask Apollo to curtain the sun,
that you die on some parched land,
on dry river beds and empty lakes?
Then together we rise again at dawn. ~
Dr Abe V Rotor
Death of CumulusMeet me early in the morning;
grow with me as the sun rises
reaching its zenith as I reach mine;
rest with me as the sun goes down,
glowing with the reddening sky,
and the passing of years - and mine.
But you are a young Sybil at dawn,
pure, rising, but into feathers die.
Would I ask Apollo to curtain the sun,
that you die on some parched land,
on dry river beds and empty lakes?
Then together we rise again at dawn. ~
The photos are beautiful as well as the poem. Makes me remind of simple things
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