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Dawn
Dawn swathed
In silken robes of hope
Treads softly past
My half open window,
Breathing a prayer
Over me.
I stir and sigh,
As the dreams of the night gone by
Toss around, teasing gently.
A rubicund ray
Steals through the open spaces
Of twilight
And gently caresses my little world.
Another day I take –
A few hours from a lifetime –
To etch a line or two.
A story, am I, in the making –
Half told, half heard.
dawn well deciphered!
Mesmerising poem.
Somehow, the last sentence made me sigh! Somehow, It made me feel that the protagonist perhaps needs the Dawn to linger on for a while. Or, may be, my interpretation is incorrect. 
Loved the wat you have analysed and appreciated the poems dear friends
Wowwww! Beautiful 
the closing lines 
Beautiful lines ma’am
Amazing… a story am I in the making… wowo
Beginning of another day. Wow.
Silken soft!
So so beautiful poem! Imagery
So beautifully put
Thanks so much
Beauty penned!
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