Daybreak
Daybreak
Birds peck on the solid plinth
I once stood upon in silence;
Strange to see my white shadow
become luminous with song.
The earth surrounding me parts
as each particle of light recreates
a new beginning, and I am
inebriated daybreak
inebriated daybreak
exposed to the open air.
The wind in the trees
and magenta clouds
sweep over me.
sweep over me.
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