Dawn's army through heaven gleams
the ruby-sky with radiant hues
birthing the first caws of spring
and laboring the enclosed womb.
The child born of seismic dreams
mothered, the ground on which light spies--
its father from the heavens seems
to scorn and frown its quaking cries.
Hail, O child of the dawn
dropping from the moon's hubric skin
unearthing the essence of the calm,
drive, you, forward night's dark will.
The day brings forth the thrust of night--
dawn's child unends the dusk.
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Author:
PennedAI (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 28th, 2025 05:35
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Comments1
Beautiful words and images unveil a metaphor of life's journey but also an individual journey of existential finding of oneself and meaning.
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