The dawn peeks
From the long uneven horizon
She rises by degree
As if shy of her own splendor
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But she'll take over the sky
Shooting out color
In kaleidoscopic wonder
Such power in small increments!
I should have shut you out,
Swept you from the porch,
Flung you from the steps,
Then slammed and locked the door.
What is Beauty but a transient thing?
She never stays.
What is Love but a phantom? An ephemeron.
His kisses are cruel.