A whisper as the new dawn begins to break,
a breeze that rustles through the meadows of my mind,
a canvas of blue encroached upon by an orange streak,
signs of a bustle beginning as the day starts to unwind.
A nip in the air as I stand watching the horizon,
bracing myself against the sudden gust that hits me,
sweeping away any dregs of sleep that linger on,
leaving me wide eyed at the beauty that can be.
It's a new day and like every other, as beautiful as can be.
a breeze that rustles through the meadows of my mind,
a canvas of blue encroached upon by an orange streak,
signs of a bustle beginning as the day starts to unwind.
A nip in the air as I stand watching the horizon,
bracing myself against the sudden gust that hits me,
sweeping away any dregs of sleep that linger on,
leaving me wide eyed at the beauty that can be.
It's a new day and like every other, as beautiful as can be.
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