Song after the winter solstice

My dreams are cut short
impatient for the dawn
that has yet to greet your eyes
expectant of the sunrise
which chases shadows
with its gentle kisses
upon your forehead.
These moments
ebb away the darkness
Night-time’s low tide,
and the day arrives
its colours revealing


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