Waiting For The Dawn

Waiting For The Dawn

The night is dark and cold.
I sit alone and think:
How long has it been since
The sun began to sink?

Its warmth now long forgot
As darkness claimed my world,
Slow stillness touching all,
In silence I am furled.

But night will reach its end
When tendrils first appear:
Bright fingers of the dawn
Caressing, soothing fear.

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