Whispers of Dawn

Poem:

In the hush before the morning breaks,

Where the world is caught in its fleeting aches,

A symphony rises, soft and new,

A canvas of gold brushed over blue.

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The trees stand still, in quiet prayer,

Their shadows stretching through the air.

A bird’s first song, a gentle plea,

To greet the dawn with tender glee.

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Yet in the silence, whispers grow,

Of dreams forgotten, seeds to sow.

The earth hums low, its secret tune,

Under the gaze of a fading moon.

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The first light spills, a daring hue,

Chasing the night, painting it through.

It speaks of hope, of paths untread,

Of tales unwritten, pages unread.

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For every dawn, a silent voice,

A gentle nudge, a simple choice.

To start anew, to break the chain,

To find the joy in the midst of pain.

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So rise, dear soul, let courage bloom,

Within the light, dispel the gloom.

The whispers call, the day begins,

In the heart of dawn, the world spins.

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Closing Thoughts:

Mornings are more than just the start of a day hey’re a reminder that every moment holds the potential for a new beginning. Embrace the whispers of dawn and let them guide you toward hope, growth, and courage.