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The Dawn
The light is born . . . She walks in - exceedingly beautiful. The soft, windy breeze she breathes to every home; leaves rustle, knocking on the door. Daffodils and lilacs she kisses; soft dewy crystals freckle on their small faces. She smiles at every fragrant rose that opens; butterflies hovering around and sip their nectar-sweet. She hums the song of the birds fluttering in the air; roosters hoisting their voices like heroes of a new day. She drinks to the beauty of it all . . . She must be God's masterpiece. by: Elena Maria Parcon Kevin Kern - Bathed In Dawn's Light Vote for this poem
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