To follow tinctured glow
Thru day of mornings rise
When light is on its flow
Of the moments going ties
To feel the heart's beat
In a morning new daybreak
On pillows of its treat
When it comes to awake
To give a rose fragrance
When day comes again
And mingle it with stance
Those never are in vain
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