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D'Yona . . fresh and clear; means daybreak.
D'Yona . . shapes each breath that I take.
Sunshine pours over me
Laughter shades all I see
What a day D'Yona can make.

D'Yona . . like a whisper on the wind.
D'Yona . . lovely sound finds its way in
To my soul, to my heart,
Paints hyssop on each part
Trails petals wherever I've been.

Oh, sun climb high and long
To warm me, my pony, my song.
Author of steep blue sky
Composer of new bird's cry,
Send D'Yona day to keep me strong.

 
   
  Ron Beam
   
  Copyright © 2003 Ron Beam
   
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