Twilight
The early morning sun rises as the fawn sips from the stream.
A new dawn, a new day, a dream given to me by the hands of He.
Twilight Moon calls the names of those who will listen
Dew dripping from the grass, will you answer her cry or keep her at a distance?
Copyright © Genesis Rodriguez | Year Posted 2024
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