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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!💚💚💚