The day crawls to break
As drops of dew scatter
Everywhere with mist
Cold, yet Cockerel struggling to crow
This is dawn, chilling dawn light
Creeps into the room through the windows
Dawn of the day, dawn of wet grasses
With dangerous traps of fear hidden
Fear of the new day past dawn
Wake up, I heard, it is morning
Stinging pains of dawn sting on me
As fresh silence strikes me at the face
Thank God is dawn, Good morning dawn
So says the raw sounds of birdsongs
As I struggle to face the day today.
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