Dawn is a doctor
A medial medic
Between darkness and light
Come to defibrillate
Our dormant hearts
Dawn is a dance
Of the wide-eyed world
As it wakes and takes
A breath and shakes
Off yesterday's vices
Dawn is a signal
In space, that Earth stirs
As the gentle sun
Not yet garish, arises
To his grandiloquent throne
Dawn is a painting
Of immaculate degree
A rush of flushed colors
Engulfing our eyes
Crowning our corneas
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Escapril 2020
PoetryA poetry collection based on prompts from @letsescapril on Instagram
