Beneath the dawn, golden light spills like honey,
The distant call of a morning bird sings clear,
Cool dew clings to skin, a gentle morning kiss,
Bittersweet dark chocolate melts, rich on the palate,
The sharp tang of citrus zests the air with life.
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Lovely.