The Start Of Day
She sees the wake of day,
a bird chirping away.
The raindrops fall on the pavement,
early risers' gift from nature,
slowly,the curtains sway.
From behind the blue mountains,
a peek of pinkish glow.
Familarity; hikers and bikers do know,
stretched slyly along the borders.
Then rises magnificent,
and all things burst into life.
Sounds, smells, sights,
razor sharp, like a well carved knife,
and then they know,
about the start of day
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