Yet it still holds some of the past evenings chill.
Which is soon to be replaced by days warm embrace.
Dawns light is soft and subtle,
Yet it wakes all that it touches.
It reminds them of the day to come,
All the things yet to be done.
Poetry about everything, and nothing......
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