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Ascending to Become the Sunrise
The Last Morning of Alice Bedard
by
Carol Roth
The last breath of night releases
Splendid sparkles ascending to become the sunrise
Shimmering pink against a grey sky
You smile above as your soul withdraws.
Pulled by the light and heat of the sun you climb.
A warm glowing cloud drifts, slowly, then
Hovering, waves goodbye as glaring gold sunlight
Brilliant beams kiss our crushed hearts
Weeping below in a surge of grief.
Tears swell, the crisp dawn in our eyes -- breaks
Your spirit surrounds us with the horizon
Peacefully twinkling from your tower
Hold us one last time in silence
Sunrise, sunset, and the moonlight all
Devoted to treasuring your memory
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