The morning sky
Is the blue
Of a newborns
Eyes not one
Cloud blemishes it
On the western
Edge it glows
White with a
Hint of crimson
Like a soft
Candle as tiger
Lilies bob in
The soft breeze
This Charlotte morning
The morning sky
Is the blue
Of a newborns
Eyes not one
Cloud blemishes it
On the western
Edge it glows
White with a
Hint of crimson
Like a soft
Candle as tiger
Lilies bob in
The soft breeze
This Charlotte morning
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