Shadows of morning
Disperse in the night
A glow on the horizon
Bask in its cold light
Sweet fog on my thirsty tongue
Linger, the smoke of yesterday
Anew and cold, air to my lungs
The sap and dew of bashful may
Bloom like strange spider lilies
Spring birth of autumns end
Fade, wither and die
And then rebirth again
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