dawn my lone friend
silence her nickname
listen to my whisper
when i am just waking
keep my secrets still
and my emptiness fill
when i miss to wake
tired; my body weak
it just pass like wind
to come; greet me again
not a single day same
and i love everything
i could have pich dusk
morning or even siesta
but quietness i choose
where i recollect most
when tears comes visit
surely dawn could keep
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