Dawn Breaks,
Across the sky.
Shadows creep,
In my eyes.
The sun will rise,
It's time to fly.
A tint of orange,
Against the clear sky.
Dew weeps gently,
On roses a bloom.
Birds sing happily,
Among the trees.
Morning is here,
Its time to rise.

•©poetry2016/10/03©•* Nolan LaValley©™

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