the smell of rain
refreshing everything
cooled down a bit
like the night
call on dawn
to put sun into eyes
open for all the beauty
of the perfect moment
of each day
when nothing can distract
from the only moment that matters
a pointless job too early
at least dawn blows a kiss
from the horizon
and realizing the reality of existence
being how the mind is spent
twisting and turning
thought it would only make sense
if written before eyes to judge
a life written out long hand
hiding the key that may unlock
that mystery within dawn
that perfect moment
turning darkness into light...
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