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Dawn’s Golden Prayer
When darkness folds its leaden wings
And settles on my windowsill
Each minute drags, each hour brings
A weight I cannot shake at will.
Like autumn leaves that drift and fall,
My spirit scatters in the breeze
Yet through the garden’s crumbling wall,
Flower tendrils climb with gentle ease.
The thunder clouds that bent me low
Now water seeds I thought were dead;
Through cracks where grief once used to flow,
Hope’s wildflowers lift their head.
Time moves like rivers after rain,
Reshaping banks with patient force
What was once a rocky path becomes a plain,
As life charts out a different course.
I’ve learned to read the changing sky,
To trust the rhythm of the earth
For even as old dreams may die,
Each sunset holds tomorrow’s rebirth.
The mountain face that blocked my way
Becomes the ground beneath my feet;
And though the climb takes more than day,
Each step makes victory more sweet.