Sunrise
The sea is paved with magic
Of irridescent lights
while skies are shot with silver
In clear cerulean heights
The rainbow’s range of pigments
Some spirit chose to use
to play a composition
of ever-changing hues
A melody in silence
unheard by listening ears
but is recorded in the heart
as the music of the spheres.
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I like this line “but is recorded in the heart as the music of the spheres”