In dawn’s embrace, where shadows softly creep,
Glory whispers secrets the sun won’t keep.
A crown of gold, veiled in morning’s grace,
Fades into whispers no one can replace.
In dawn’s embrace, where shadows softly creep,
Glory whispers secrets the sun won’t keep.
A crown of gold, veiled in morning’s grace,
Fades into whispers no one can replace.
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Lovely!!
Thank you
Nicely done
Thank you
Great work! What it meant to me was that the Good Fight or the battle takes place in our dreams, and we will win.
Thank you, I like different perspectives!
Beautiful words in this poem that reflect early morning and its shades and shadows very nicely done
Thank you friend!
Most welcome William
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