Dawn

Dawn opened
Her colored veils—
The sun is echoing
A dream.
The sky is a poetic
Metaphor;clouds
Are melodious lakes—
There, a crater
Is opening—
Lava is pouring crimson—
Bards are gliding
Gently as
Aesthetic sculptures—
I am a poet at heart,
I am a bard of lyric’s
Soul.

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