🌙 Whispers of an Unseen Dawn 🌙
In the quiet hour before the sun,
When night is soft and nearly gone,
A silver hush drifts through the air—
A secret time, both still and rare.
The world sits gently in its dreams,
Wrapped in fading moonlit seams,
And every star that glows above
Feels like a distant, tender love.
The breeze arrives with stories old,
Of hidden truths the shadows hold,
Of wishes brushed by morning’s hand,
Awakening life across the land.
And as the sky begins to bloom,
Chasing off the velvet gloom,
The first light falls—so soft, so true—
A quiet promise made anew.
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