Each morning owns beauty
bright-
Be it a spectacularly
grand horizon of hues
Or, a cast of low veils
with blues and grays...
Dawn’s face is nevertheless,
the reason one prays
For a hope and a faith that
will find stays
Within or without the mind,
mired with its doubtful rues-
That follow footprints
through to the end of the night.
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