First Light
Golden rays,
spilling through the blinds,
a gentle caress.
A symphony of birdsong,
a crescendo of dawn.
Warmth,
embracing the skin,
a whisper of a new day.
Eyes open,
stretch and breathe,
a sigh of contentment.
The world awakens,
a canvas of possibility,
untouched, vibrant,
fresh.
Heart alight,
spirit soaring,
a sense of possibility
in every beat.
A perfect morning.
A promise
of joy to be embraced,
a masterpiece
to be created.
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