The stars surrender to the dawn
Winking out to the new born day
Then Robin's raise a sterling chorus
greeting the rays in morns parade
Now fresh light crawls the welkin verge
In blushing blues with stripes of pink
The river reflects an afterglow
Like a canvass melting wild inks
The town still drifts in soft repose
Serene in silence of a still life
Roads lay barren with wind that cries
And this world's free human strife
In that silence I find sublime
watching the day begin to breathe
Alone but feeling I'm complete
For one brief moment I feel free
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