Breakout.
Reared underneath Night Princess Dawn now
emerges milk-faced,
yawning and fighting for freedom, over-slept
babyness shows hasty
appearance iof sometimes streaky blush-red.
Her birthing struggle may end in reminders
of tearful raindrops yet often
breaking takes place quite waterless, Dawn
then is glorified with what
white-skirted brightness blue sky can afford.
Dressed in clear light, uninterruptedly smiling
her Ray-Maidens be-decked
in flimsy shades to scintillate better in dance
give earliest welcome
to young Dawn's fast growing adult advance.
Peering to see the performance leaves people
amazed as Dawn's breakout
from Night's protection appears with non-stop
zeal and if cloudlets fake bouts
of bad temper Dawn's run is worth the watch.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments2
A fine write again Fay.
Great write once more Fay, I have watched dawn get up in all her many guises.
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