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| dawn was gentle with her night, as lover touches lover in those tender quiet moments before someone has to make a move and leave the soft-close warmth of sheets and dreams. It seemed she promised him a summer as she rose, spilling sky-blue sunlight and a golden haze over silent branches and the early birds. |
| i watched her morning colours melting dark night�s monochrome and my own dark heart swelled with screams and tears of yearning to embrace dawn�s sky, dissolve myself into her perfect light where being is ... a vibrant, flowing truth of Love. |