The shadows fade, the night is drawn away,
Our souls awake to greet the rising day.
No more the ghost of sorrow haunts the mind,
For in this light, a shared rebirth we find.
We rise above the hollow world of men,
With love alone to guide the silent pen.
A grace of ours, a beauty deep and vast,
The chains of darkness broken at the last.
The morning whispers secrets to the heart,
Where you and I shall never dwell apart.
So let the sun enfold us in its glow,
As through the quiet tides of time we flow.
The Hour of Dawn
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