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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-04-24 | | I awake to a whole new day the fresh air twirls within my nostrils holds me captive and then in the silent breath It's gone. There's something so magicial that Dawn seems to yield and hold like a song first heard the rapture of sheer beauty envelopes the world for a few moments And holds all existence to its awe. It's the way I picture her when the morn breaks her lids she gathers tight her form then slowly stretches out like the Suns rays till she fills the bed and my world I see her still laden from the neither realm opening each morning star till they glisten bright, alive and she smiles Brandishing the world to her beauty and here her song begins like the lark and dove to the morn her voice and soft little giggle Awakens me to life. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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