Genesis

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Like the first drop of dew on a leaf,
Arising from the beginning for a new promise;
You spread your rosy hues on a black canvas,
And nurture us with the promise of your warmth.
I compare thee to a mother's love,
Enveloping the night to a bright morning.
You cover our Vices and Virtues,
Heaven and Earth for what's it worth.
Do we exist with or without?
Do we create from dusk to dawn?
Clearing our minds by blazing the glorious skies;
I wait for your beauty every morning,
To be by my side.

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