Blink
Dawn light
the morning,
the rise
of the eastern star
traveling hours
across the heavens,
measuring
where we are,
one among billions,
a blue blink
of an eye,
across fields
and meadows
of time,
born again
each day,
in a chorus,
of being,
and becoming
alive,
she dreams
from afar.
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