#1967-Recipe
19/12/2022
A quiet sunrise,
Is my best time.
When colors gently awaken,
Dreams slowly dissipate, and
Birds in semi-darkness fly,
To secret destinations,
Somewhere in the skies.
It’s when I deeply breathe,
Reminding myself of promises,
I need to keep.
For then, I can be at peace.
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