In the still of the night
half-hour to the crack of dawn
blameless birds chirp under the half-moon
while a careless breeze whiff down the trees.
Amid the city of glass and class
a sky softly fielding hues of blue
yearning for the breath of Earth
longing as my soul for the radiance of the First Light.
what troubles past the other day
now clothed behind the new day.
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