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The Poet's Pen & The Arrival Of Morning

The Poet's Pen & The Arrival Of Morning

As morning arises
The poet becomes the sayer
The conveyer
The painter of morning's beauty
Nay, 'tis true,
This early world
Need not be painted or adorned
For it is, from its birth
Divine,
But in its fashion
The morning does dare awaken
The beauty
In the poet's pen
Where those with delicate ear
CanΒ hear its beauty
Can feel its beauty
And manifestΒ it, with eyes closed
With mind aware
For it is the mind's eye
That the poets pen
Rushes to capture
The arrival of morning
In all its glory
In all its divinity,
Beautifully......

Tony Taylor

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Simon Bromley

Beautfilly penned and once again lures my emotional response, every word i feel and soothes my mind.Β Β 

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Tony Taylor

Always a pleasure to hear from you my friend...... your comments mean a lot to me......I am your cyber-friend and admirer....... Thank you kind Sir!!........ smiles.........T xo ?✴❀

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Edward Williams

???excelent words to an amazing phenomenal experience that we wrighters feel on daily sometimes hourly basis . Thanks for putting that to wordsΒ 
and thanks for that insipring peice of workΒ 

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Tony Taylor

Hey Thanx EDDY!!...... what a great comment.....I appreciate it my friend......I have much to say to you...... I'll send you a Private message in a few.....I have so much catching up to do around here!!.......thanx again....... talk soon!!......T xo ?✴❀

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sparrowsong

Hello Tony...

A writer's pen, An Artist's paint brush, An Architect's design, and A Potter's Masterpiece!

Beautiful pic and write!

Thank you for sharing...

​​​​​​Hugs and Smiles!
Love and Rockets!

Feathers

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Tony Taylor

Wow!!... what a 'way cool' comment!!...... Thank you so much FEATHERS!!...... Lots od Love to you and yours!!...... hugs n Smiles!!......T xo ?✴❀

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Terry Kay

BeautifulΒ  poem Tony..the simple free things cannot be outdone for nothing is more magnificent. Than God's creation.Β  We get to slow down and few sometimes it's not convenient ?. Love . Terry Kay

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Tony Taylor

Absolutely!!..... Thanks TERRY!!

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  ~ "For nothing is more magnificent!!..."
You're such a beautiful soul!!.... So happy you found your way to Cosmo!!......... Hugs n Smiles!!........I am your cyber-friend and Admirer!!!.....Thanx again dear poet sister!!...... smiles......T xo ?✴❀

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Tony Taylor

YAY!!...thanx so much GREG!!....ALWAYS happy to hear from you!!...... hugs-n-Smiles!!......T xo ?✴❀

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LULU KING

AMAZING! It felt as though I was there when you captured this masterpiece, in the early hours of the morning. I really loved it and thank you for sharing this beautiful piece :)

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Larry Ran

My Dear Brother Poet Tony,

This is brilliant, beyond words!Β  I actually felt a chill going down my spine as I read this masterpiece.
"For it is the mind's eye".
La creme de la creme!
I have published a Haiku in it's honor, called "The Inspiration Of Eternity".

All my love,
Larry xxx

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