Good morning
“The sanguine sunrise with it’s meteor eyes,
And it’s burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back, of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead.
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit, a moment may sit,
In the light of it’s golden wings”
- P.B.Shelley, “The Cloud”
Have a great day!
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