The crack of dawn.

I woke before the crack of dawn

and sat in the dark suppressing a yawn.

My favorite time of day is morn,

it’s like the rose petals on a bush of thorns.

In the dark I felt my words

humming softly like the feathered birds.

I watched the dark and light begin to flirt

and I wondered whether it ever hurt.

In the silence I can search my thoughts

capture them, write away the ones I caught.

I ponder the ones I never knew I sought

and explore the ones that you have brought.

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