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Sunrise
The scented dew of early winter morn,
Translucent gilding of an opalescent sky,
First coming of purest, sprinkled snow,
Almost beyond the horizon, the last of the clouds lie,
The porch lightly groaning beneath your sluggish feet,
Puffs of vaporous white consume your breath,
Chill winds tousle your sleep-mussed hair,
And all around you: still as death,
Deeper shades of amber, gold and a fading midnight blue,
The world brightening before your very eyes,
You sit in your chair relaxed, serene, calm,
And await that most special of moments to arrive,
And as the sun ascends again into the sky,
In its ever-faithful path through our lives,
You think back on those, your most beloved memories,
And thank the one sitting next to you that you're alive.
The scented dew of early winter morn,
Translucent gilding of an opalescent sky,
First coming of purest, sprinkled snow,
Almost beyond the horizon, the last of the clouds lie,
The porch lightly groaning beneath your sluggish feet,
Puffs of vaporous white consume your breath,
Chill winds tousle your sleep-mussed hair,
And all around you: still as death,
Deeper shades of amber, gold and a fading midnight blue,
The world brightening before your very eyes,
You sit in your chair relaxed, serene, calm,
And await that most special of moments to arrive,
And as the sun ascends again into the sky,
In its ever-faithful path through our lives,
You think back on those, your most beloved memories,
And thank the one sitting next to you that you're alive.