In the Arms of Morning

[aniket22]

The sky unfolds in shades of flame,
A hush before the world can name
The golden hush, the waking breeze,
That dances through the rustling trees.

A gentle blush on mount and shore,
The light that knocks at every door,
As shadows flee and dreams take flight,
The day is born from velvet night.

Each ray, a thread in morning’s song,
Reminds the heart where hopes belong—
In every rise, a chance anew,
To chase the sun, to chase the true.

 

[Anshhi]

The sky unfolds in shades of flame,
A hush before the world can name
The golden hush, the waking breeze,
That dances through the rustling trees.

A gentle blush on mount and shore,
The light that knocks at every door,
As shadows flee and dreams take flight,
The day is born from velvet night.

Each ray, a thread in morning’s song,
Reminds the heart where hopes belong—
In every rise, a chance anew,
To chase the sun, to chase the true.

Exquisite! The imagery is breathtaking, capturing the serene beauty of dawn's arrival. The words evoke a sense of hope and renewal, reminding us to chase our dreams and aspirations with each new day.

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[Dom55]

The sky unfolds in shades of flame,
A hush before the world can name
The golden hush, the waking breeze,
That dances through the rustling trees.

A gentle blush on mount and shore,
The light that knocks at every door,
As shadows flee and dreams take flight,
The day is born from velvet night.

Each ray, a thread in morning’s song,
Reminds the heart where hopes belong—
In every rise, a chance anew,
To chase the sun, to chase the true.

Such beautiful poem wrap the dawn in wonder—each line a whisper of new beginnings. The sunrise isn’t just light; it’s a quiet promise that hope still rises, every single day.