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Morning's Embrace
In the quiet cradle of dawn's tender sway,
The sun ascends, casting morning rays.
Its golden fingers stretch across the sky,
A celestial dance as day draws nigh.
The clouds, like gossamer veils, part wide,
Revealing the sun's face, a radiant guide.
Each ray whispers secrets to the waking earth,
A promise of warmth, of renewal, of rebirth.
And so, the world stirs from its slumber deep,
As morning's embrace kisses both land and steep.
The sun, a painter, colors skies anew,
Igniting hope in every shade of blue.
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