A New Day

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The golden sun rose,

everything unfroze,
back to its natural beauty.

Like a river, like a stream
flowing brightly like a beam.

No. It only seems everything's perfect.
Look deeper,
Think wiser,
See things you didn't see before.

Because there is always more.
To that, I am completely sure.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓. ── poetry | ✎Where stories live. Discover now