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Whispers of the Dawn.
The dawn paints its canvas
in whispers of gold,
as the songbirds weave hymns
from stories untold.
a breeze, like a poet,
pens verses in air,
yet i, the waiting quill,
linger in prayer.
the tea, a potion,
brews love in...
in whispers of gold,
as the songbirds weave hymns
from stories untold.
a breeze, like a poet,
pens verses in air,
yet i, the waiting quill,
linger in prayer.
the tea, a potion,
brews love in...
