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Dawn

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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.

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Written by Jaya Pillai

A teacher and a learner - both by passion and profession. Music, cooking, reading, writing, traveling and all kind of creative stuff keep me  going . You are not likely to catch me in a crowd. Instead, you might find me taking a walk on semi dark evenings  talking to the stars or thinking

Devotion

Dreams!