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In the quiet of dawn, whispers unfold,
Golden threads of sunlight, stories untold.
The sky blushes with hues of amber and rose,
As morning's tender fingers gently compose.
Birdsong weaves a symphony, notes in flight,
A canvas painted with soft, ethereal light.
The world awakens, stretching its wings,
In this golden embrace, hope forever sings.
Dew-kissed petals unfurl, secrets they keep,
Each bloom a memory, in slumber so deep.
Mountains stand sentinel, their peaks kissed by fire,
As daybreak tiptoes in, igniting desire.
The river mirrors the sun, a liquid gold stream,
Reflecting dreams and reflections unseen.
Silent promises whispered by zephyrs at play,
As dawn paints the world in a luminous array.
And so we rise, like the sun from its rest,
With hearts full of wonder, souls truly blessed.
For in this golden hour, life's magic is reborn,
A symphony of hope—a brand-new morn.
Remember, each dawn brings new beginnings and the promise of a beautiful day ahead. 🌄
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