As the morning is breaking
It seems the long dark night
Is drawn back like a curtain
To flood the day with light.
Grasses dance in the breeze
The wind whispers in the trees
As night winds begin to blow
Here and there are shades of grey,
The sun sinks in an orange glow
Comes the night and close of day.
SHEILA BRENNAN (Mrs), Bombay Street, Blackburn.
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