Dawn Poem by Insane and luving it

Dawn



Ere she breathes, softly weeping
Dreams brush past her eyes a sleeping
The cupids’ arrows rebound away
No thing can pierce the Break of Day
Her eyes are sure of what they see not
Of distant paradises forgot
Her eyes awake
She stretches fast
And sails the Break of Day at last

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