Rising Sun

Upon my face lays a touch of dusted gold.

Cutting through the darkness of night with the promise of a new day.

Peeking between blades of waving vines, the world waits beyond my window.

I lay in my bed, excitement filling my small frame.

What will this new day bring?

-M.E. InkOwl

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