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Creation's Birth

Red is the colour of sunset sky,
it's marble patterns catch my eye.
The eerie bloom it gives the earth,
reminds me of creation's birth.

Yes, I was there when all began,
not in the form of earthly man
but spirit essence from high realm,
seeking a ship to guide it's helm.

That day the sky turned flaming red
and from the sky formed mankind's bed
a place where souls could all refresh
and sample things through human flesh.

For even spirit has it's bounds,
Creations morní our feelings found,
the wind, the sun, the rain and smell,
things humankind know all too well.

But now I walk upon this earth
with haunting memories of my birth,
with feelings gained and freedom lost,
Creation's Birth, but at what cost?

Ivor G Davies

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