Bittersweet Dawn.
Time moves by as the feather falls
First breaths drift in an ethereal haze
Petals of lilac doze in silent slumber
Whispers float as delicate truths
Bathing in the afterglow of dewy dawn
Shadows of cobalt contemplation
Labyrinths of wildflowers untouched
A Goldfinch's melody brings us back.
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