A Mornings Word 09/13/07 Poem by wordsy wright

A Mornings Word 09/13/07

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Colors fade,
to a lighter shade,
within the pale moonlight.
Thoughts now lost in reason,
are jaded in our sight.
A cause for conversation,
debating minds concur,
We’re bound up in this mortal mix,
of the stew we slowly stir.

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