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Dawn of Our Lives

a breathtaking wonder
infinity and endlessness
a glitter upon scarlet shores
the caress of sun soaked sand

a diamond chill welcoming the golden sun
treasure upon distant unknowns
bloody pillows of the orange awakened
tall shadows of sentiment unearthed

the hush, the whisper of a countless age
witness to genesis and rebirths
conclusions and departures
passions and declarations

step upon infinite footsteps,
erased and reinscribed
the writ a record of our mortality,
forever the memory of an author's immensity

the immovable, jagged but worn
solid, the barrier seldom overran
once alive but now a testament,
of the countless ages of a cycle

the vast glimmer, a morning mirror to a wonder
silent, calm, shimmering in its clarity,
sparkling in its proud responsibility,
waving to its eternal daily reception

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