Clusters of stars slowly fade away,
giving way to the crimson dawn.
In the morning breeze the boughs sway,
For pearl drops on leaves to trickle down.
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Tints of pink are splashed across, the dimly lit morning sky.
Oh, for the freshness of the moist green grass,
And the blooming bud that blushes shy.
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The soft ripples of the brook mirror,
the sunkissed mountains and the laden trees.
The beauty of dawn is a real splendour,
flaunting away nature's glories.
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Truly beautiful. You have caught the peace and wonder of dawn. N
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Very Hot! It pulled me right in and man, was it hot! So Rich!