She swims the light at break of day,
Befriending the lonely shadows and
Turning their hearts warm, their eyes bright.
Her presence gently sifts through the dawn
Like a bird’s song at the end of winter:
Piercingly lovely, fragile, hopeful.
Smile! O let your smile touch my face too
That I, like the cold grey clouds of the horizon
Might be touched by the sunrise and lost in its glow.
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