Begin,
sunrise,
the Start,
the dancers appear,
dancing their same somber routine,
all hidden behind impossible masks,
and,
we are the dancers,
and our routines,
have begun
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Good poem. Everyday we, the people do the same thing. It's called monotony. It conveys the same meaning as my poem Matter in existence. When you have some time, please feel free to read it. Thanks, Besa