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Aubade

I hate to wake you.
So I let you sleep.
The dawn is a reddish hue.
You are in a deep dream.

So I let you sleep.
The sun and the moon fight.
You are in a deep dream that wakes
like a cloud breaks into light.

The sun and the moon fight.
You donít see me.
You are like a cloud that breaks
 into light. The sun spreads over the day

 like the blue sea. You donít see me.
The dawn is a reddish hue.
The sun spreads over the day.
I hate to wake you.

Marjorie Sadin


If you have any thoughts on this poem, Marjorie Sadin
would be pleased to hear them.


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