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Angel in the dawn My lungs cut deep into the sharp freshness of the new day, my eyes dancing across the horizon entranced by the reawakening of the sun. As darkness cedes to light a plethora of autumnal colors flows across the land, bringing with it a sense of rebirth The choir of emerald reflects the delicate golden hues. Embellished with diamonds kissed by the sun, the leaves shimmer with anticipation. A gentle wind brushes my face, teasing my senses with its lilac scented touch. From nocturnal concealment the predawn exaltation joins my rejoicing. Their songs alive with the joy of creation and their intrinsic concupiscence thus generated. The rouged pastels of sunlight penetrate my imagination, stimulating thrills and emotions long buried by ignorance Only the eyes of a child see within the dawn the originality of a world reborn. I look through your eyes, my own once materially blinded as the real World ebbed past me. Sleep well my cherubim. Too late I realized your wisdom and insight. My shackled mind failed to recognize what majesty surrounds me. Your three short years of brilliant light are multiplied by my lifetime of regret Remembering your last hours how I promised to see the world with untainted vision. To greet each day like the eve of creation, to ingest the vitality of each new beginning, so becoming truly alive. The trembling of chill passes as the suns crimson fingers surround me, Its warmth enveloping in creamy amber embrace. I know you are here, within the lilac winds caress I feel your sweet kiss, the dawn chorus resounds with melodies of your impassioned heart, the suns touch overflowing with the warmth of your love Though I know you are with me I miss you in life you will always be the eternal inspiration, my Angel in the dawn. |
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