I looked at the passing time
to see the Break of Day
The dark veil of the night
in large plots
showing little stars
and big moons
merges into a single soul
Slowly slips on canvas
morning colours
lightining little by little
what the world will be
Meanwhile advancing from the eastern horizon
that eternal flame
heating every neverending soul
Life takes shape
and is a new day
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