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  • The brisk morning shade shivers causing death
  • aching to rise slightly quicker than breath
  • dazzling refractions dew drops may release
  • a view freshly blurring and screaming peace
  • timely exertion a weary disguise
  • without a doubt I’ll greet every sunrise
  • hard to explain, cold light streaming solace
  • yellow life flowing, we’re left to harness
  • tangible mist, silence ripples at dawn
  • sacred spaces mask, soft pulses withdrawn
  • myriad hues stagger senses anew
  • so unreal, each moment savored and true
  • so bitter and so sweet at the same time
  • such pale gloss, in this instant life’s sublime