The night loosens its grip on weary skies,
Stars fade like debts the darkness can't repay;
A timid glow along the horizon lies,
Learning the courage needed to be day.
Cold hours retreat from windows dim with pain,
Dreams fold their wings, no longer meant to hide;
From endless dark, the heart believes again—
Light keeps its promise, quietly, at dawn.
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