A golden ray so unlike
The sun in its morning gleam.
Gleefully sparkling in the air
Surrounded by nothing
Nothing in the filter of life
Clearing the disease
Which is blasting the quality.
The warming grows
The old day today
Retired for a new tomorrow.
Old qualities forgotten
As the sun rises
In a morning glee
Unseen by the dew point.
New shadows creep upon the horizon
As new dismays shrink
The memories of old and fires anew lit
For the new day ahead.
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