daybreak
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A still, opaque midnight
Undisturbed, sleepy, and without refraction
Until golden tendrils of smoke roll in like billowing clouds
To this day and hours ahead
For each gaze and every word
Living a lie and creating lead
No such fright can take that of the word
Creating and deceiving
Those that bring it all
You see the glow first. The radience of it.
It lights up the darkness. A star in the sky.
It happens every day and you bask in its beauty.
The thing that brightens up people's lives.
Birth of Dawn
look down,
breath's thick in your mouth,
drifting out like dragonsmoke.
the grass beneith your feet,
damp with the crisp kiss of false dawn.
