Waiting for light,
the first call
of rising wings,
sunlight glimpses
upon the horizon,
lifting the dawn,
of darkness,
the wind,
for she whispers
in the sky
of branches
who shake
and tremble
the first song
of today,
the first song
of life and love,
to breathe
again,
blessed
once more
in the birth,
of the day.
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