Yawns the Dawn
cold blanket warms
my benumbed
feet.
tired aluminum moon
has long gone
to bed.
drowsy dawn yawns
behind hilly
silhouettes.
languid breeze is a spider's
web touching
my nape.
smiling, I start dreaming
it is, once again,
morning !
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