Dawn, looking as blush as twilight
where the silhouette of trees still lingers,
envelopes me, transporting me to my
world of yesterday. I can still hear my
children’s laughter; watch them play
and dance to their sweet singing tunes.
How quiet the morning is now that they
are grown and gone. As I look out
toward the grey sea and Diamond Head
I can see their faces in the rising sun.
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