#CurtainsAtDawn

In the quiet of the morning, before the sun was born,
The curtains gently whispered, as if a tale to adorn.
They swayed and danced in harmony, their fabric soft and light,
A gentle tribute to the dawn, a spectacle in sight.

The room lay still and silent, like a world asleep,
While outside, the birds were stirring, secrets they would keep.
The curtains at dawn, a guardian of the night,
Now draped in golden sunlight, a...