as the dark loses
its battle
and surrenders to the dawn
thy come to the grown
dripping crystals
hanging chandelier
greet the victorious morning
before thy completely relinquishes
to the sun
let him kiss thee
till the night comes, again
to give thee another chance
then come and embrace
the morning gleam
ease the troubling mind
pearly beam
let the green
be the frame
of thy dropping dew
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