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A blush upon the eastern sky,
A gentle light begins to pry
The darkness from its inky hold,
A story yet to be told.
The morning sun, a sleepy eye,
Cracks open wide across the sky,
And paints the clouds in shades of gold,
A masterpiece, both brave and bold.
It wakes the birds with songs untold,
And kisses leaves with dewdrops cold,
A gentle heat begins to spread,
As slumbering things rise from their bed.
The world awakens, one by one,
Basking in the light of the morning sun,
A promise whispered, soft and low,
Of hope and life that starts to flow.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
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