my dawn

She is my dawn
The first ray of light I awaken to in the morning.
Her eyes bluer than an ocean,
Sparkling as though a spot of sun had penetrated the water’s surface.
She is painted all the colours of the earth’s first breaths
Warm like a summer’s eve
Chilled like a winter’s night






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