SUNRISE

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SUNRISE

In the tepid breeze
Of a Summer sunrise
I feel the warmth
Of maternal love.
Good Morning
Mother Earth!



SP.
4/16/08

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

Sonetto’s Poems (14)

Title Comments
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TIME TO SAY FARWELL 1
WHEN MY HEART 0
BEYOND 0
SORROW 0
LONGING 1
HOPE 0
THE END 0
OBLIVION 0
MYSTERY 2
LONELINESS 2
ETERNAL SONG 0
SUNSET 1
SUNRISE 0
SPRING (To my daughter) 2