Each dawn, I stand and watch,
Each dawn, I stand and see,
The molten crimson, gold,
Of twilight, bleeds and falls,
Each day, dissolving, lost,
In waters, muddy, deep.
Each dawn upon the shore.
Each dawn, I stand and ponder,
Each dawn, I stand and ask,
If I, with colors poured,
Could steal the hues away,
And, ever so gently,
Brush upon your cheeks,
Upon your flushed, rose petals,
Whispers of the day,
The molten crimson, gold,
Of twilight, bleeds and falls,
Each day, dissolving, lost,
In waters, muddy, deep.
Each dawn, I stand and watch,
Each dawn upon the shore.
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