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Morning JewelAs day breaks and rays of light appear, An end to darkness as dawn draws near, Beams of reflected colours will soon display, Bearing witness to the birth of a newborn day. The crisp new feeling of a morning dew, Untouched, unspoiled, virgin and new, A gentle breeze, refreshing and cool, A nocturnal gem now a morning jewel. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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