Dawn usually breaks, but sometimes it
heals,
A sunrise I taste even more than I
feel.
The new light softly through yonder
window breaks
and something inside me that feels
years younger wakes.
The first morning in ages that's not
just evening's end,
But beginnings of what gentle dawn can
portend.
It doesn't even feel like the calm
before the storm...
It just feels warm.
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