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What ended with a whimper
begins with a yawn
At Dawn
Toil sweat and faith
Watches lines of fate, drawn and redrawn.
At dawn.
Night of dispair ends.
Another glory gone.
At dawn.
A dream is dead
A hope is born.
At dawn.
i love how dawn carries new hope no matter what happened the day, the night before... so much newness in those first rays of light
ReplyDeleteThis poem is so relaxing, slightly dipped in melancholy. An acoustic melody should be added to this. :)
ReplyDeletesometimes at dawn we see things so differently as the night before.
ReplyDeletealways a ray of hope & freshness...
ReplyDeleteDawn is that horizon were dreams meet reality...
ReplyDeleteHope and mercy every dawn
ReplyDelete"What ended with a whimper begins with a yawn At Dawn..."
ReplyDeleteDon't let Mrs N see that!
Sunrises bring so many new things with them... a good sleep refreshes us... beautifully spoken!
ReplyDeleteI think we need to drag the dream out into the daylight and make it work for its living.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing so enervating, stimulating even, as dawn. Another chance, another beginning, a clean slate.
ReplyDeletethat last bit is interesting...that a dream will end so that hope can arise in a new day....one of the conundrums of life....
ReplyDeleteWell... Good Morning!
ReplyDeleteZQ
I love the hopefulness of dawn.
ReplyDeleteNice. The last lines are so full of hope.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful way to welcome the day. Or in my case get ready for the night. Remembering that tomorrow is a new dawn, a new hope.
ReplyDeleteDawn alwas give us new hope, new vision and clarity. x
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