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Days spin
in and out of sight;
night falls,
stalls and starts again.
When will the dawn break,
take us out of the dark,
bark with the first deer,
hear the first bird,
word-woven and pink-gold,
folded samite, spread?
Dread of the unknown and unseen,
green-clouded ocean skies,
dies in the sun-touched morning’s early
pearly haze.
B +Ve!! 