Spawned
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dawn
asleep
wrapped in dew mist
hills, half-dozing, stirring
streets dark and gloomy, dank and wet
town's folk, rustling with winds of last dream, stir
sunbeams, break through clouds, sun pops head
alarm
rings.
Wake
from dead,
it's another day
spawned,
I'm up.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2021
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