Tender light of a new day.
Wrapped in baby blues and cotton candy pink
A half-moon retires.
Like something I’ve seen before in this life, or another.
Thank you for stopping by.
Each dawn offers itself to reflections.
Mine was greyer on the island. Lovely as ever
Dawns and sunsets are like fingerprints…, no two alike. You painted a beautiful picture with this one, Emm.
Thank you Paul. Its beauty and gentleness, if you will, moved me.
I love the feel of a beautiful dawn. The colors gently emerging.
Then that darn cotton candy starts getting sticky and turns the day into one big mess.
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