In the cradle of dawn, darkness recedes,
As the sun awakens, painting the sky.
A symphony of light unfolds before me,
A dance of colors, a resplendent lullaby.
The horizon ignites in a fiery embrace,
Golden hues shimmer, bathing the world.
Silhouettes come alive, trees and birds,
Embracing the day, their wings unfurled.
With each passing moment, the canvas shifts,
Blending the colors in a masterful display.
Nature's palette at its finest hour,
A fleeting masterpiece, ephemeral and gay.
The symphony of light is a celebration,
A reminder of life's endless rebirth.
In the morning's embrace, hope is renewed,
A promise of new beginnings, of boundless worth.
As the day unfolds, the symphony persists,
Playing on the stage of the.
Mr. Poet
About the Creator
Mr.Poet
As a poet, I find solace in the dance of words, crafting vivid tapestries of emotions and experiences. Each stroke of my pen unveils a universe, where metaphors bloom and emotions cascade like gentle raindrops upon parched earth.
Quoth
Unnoticed, the clock struck into the next day. Before my eyes, as midnight came and went, the words on the pages over which I poured blurred together. Meaningless under my over-tired gaze, they looped around themselves, slowly winding lines of text twisting themselves into knots as I watched, barely awake enough to do more than notice the change.
By Alexander McEvoy3 days ago in Fiction
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