Daybreak Poem by Ballerina With Fins

Daybreak



You, seem so weak;
you must be found.
You are distraught,
and so am I. But we
need nothing, nothing,
when the skies open
in purple rhapsody.

So take my hand,
for I know not the way,
and together, we will
be lost in a galaxy of
never-ending sunrises.

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