At break of dawn, the world seems still,
Yet stirs beneath the hush and chill.
The moon, though fading, holds her place,
As sunlight paints the sky with grace.
Palm trees stand with stately pride,
Their fronds in morning breezes glide.
Along the shore, bright laughter plays,
As children frolic in ocean sprays.
Soft breaking waves caress the shore,
Our footprints fade, seen no...
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