The Primal Dawn

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It was one of those primal dawns,

with the world not yet awake,

and a chill

in the cold night air still lingering,

the earth was so quiet pausing

without rotation,

without wild revelations

only the beginning of the sun

in the quiet of the night ending

bringing a thrill, a wholeness,

even without chimes,

until one single robin began

to sing her chorus,

lifting the sun even higher……

and eventually

a new day began.

     

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