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DAWN 3 - ECHOES OF THE DAWN

Echoes of early birds twills fill my ears,

Gleams of sunrays kiss my face,

Fragrances from the dew-fresh grass tease my senses.

Opening my eyes, I see a crimson sky—

I can almost taste the sweetness of the early morning;

Sunlight announces a new dawn rising.

© Chrissy Siggee

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