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Dawn's First Blush-TRI
The world still sleeps at dawn's first blush
when trilling birds tickle my ear.
I welcome the dirge of a thrush
as sunlight's tepid breath draws near.
When trilling birds tickle my ear
and morning skies are pastel pink,
I dip my feathered quill in ink.
I welcome the dirge of a thrush
helping his mate to build a nest.
It's the time of day I like best.
As sunlight's tepid breath draws near,
I've written a verse of Haiku
of rose petals dripping with dew.
Copyright ©
Lin Lane
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