Sunrise

Purple sky shredded with pink cloud
Mockingbird sings varied songs loud
Lost now and then in gentle winds
Spinning spider from eave descends
The quiets of a new days birth
Seeping into my end of the earth
Careless in this dim young moment
Worries and hopes away are sent

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