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Last night
I saw your moon
silver,
waxing full
between the clouds,
its hug
wrapping me to sleep.
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This morning
I saw your sunrise
coral,
spreading low
through the clouds,
its breath
flushing over my cheeks.
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Tonight
I see your sunset
violet,
easing down
below the clouds,
its rays
combing out my dreams.
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(c) 1982, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Written in 1982, taken out of mothballs and revised.)
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