This poem is an ode to renewal—a sunrise of the soul. It begins at the liminal hour, that magical threshold where night yields to day, and nature’s orchestra of birdsong gently conducts the world into wakefulness. The language is designed to be luminous, filled with motion and colour: dawn becomes a palette of orange, red, and ocean blue—a painting in p…
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