The sun ascends softly,
Fading the shadows of night,
Casting light's tender embrace
On awakening life.
Eyes open to a vast expanse,
A beautiful manifestation divine,
Hymns rise in glory,
Graceful echoes of the sacred.
The night's last star,
A fleeting, final gleam,
Marks the gentle transition—
From darkness to peace,
From dreams to light.
In the retreating shadows,
I find quiet rest,
A moment for reflection,
A pause for the heart's deep quest.
The world is bathed in golden hues,
A whisper of good news:
The promise of eternal peace,
As divine light unfolds and grows.
MyKoul
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