Dawn
Night suffers winter freeze,
waning stars bejewel the dew
on crowned grass at dawn.
Night dies moonless,
last breath makes the mist
you melt rising like the sun.
June 21, 2019
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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