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Bright the dawning
Morning light
Dim the spirit
That dwells within
The hand upraised
The lids squeezed tight
To lower light’s limit
Allowed within
The light unpraised
The mood not right
What should be isn’t
A silent din
Yet the day must be faced
Tho’ it takes all one’s might
One must not fear it
The day demands to begin
Eyelids slowly surrender and raise…
Hand slowly lowers…allows in the light
The mind starts to permit
And process the light
Mood still smothered ‘neath somber haze
One gives up the morning fight
Nocturnal battle… night now must quit
The dark must give in
…day demands to begin…
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem