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Birth Of Day The chill air is still as it gently kisses the land... Dawn awakens like a giant's candle, The light struggling against darkness. Slowly, the morn overcomes the shadow, The lucid beams of gold Dancing across the stark white sheet nature has left behind. As swatches of orange play against the clouds, cry... The earth sighs, taking a cleansing breath of freshness Calling her children to arise from their slumber. |