morning sun

she is to me a truly morning sun
a happening of waking and delight
the scent of her at dawn drives coffee wild
her eyes put stars to shame and then to flight

the constellations hide themselves by grade
so not to be compared to her
and fade

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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