Dusk-Break
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1 min readJun 30, 2020
The dawn of a new morning, a new sun.
Like the splurging yolk of a freshly cracked egg.
The light pierces the clouds as the yolk pushes the white to the side.
The center piece.
It sizzles, pops, holding its shape — half done.
It approaches; warm to the nose, beautiful to the mouth, strong to the eyes — mesmerising.
The glistening rays twist the cold chill of dawn away.
The center piece.
The accompaniment of birds — chirping delight
Extends the robust beginning to the day.
A pure taste fills the air
The pure white clouds fill the sky — no longer a sunny side up.
