Dawn

“One may not reach the Dawn save by the path of the night”

It was the beginning of love then…

Written By: Dawn - Jan• 09•12

A cute seed travelled across

Nurtured and cared a lot

It sprout out, as came dawn

Name was set and game was planned

Raised with love and affection

The glow of child was in the laugh

The pinkness of youth attracted many

It grew free without any fear

Those who love enjoyed the fruit

Those who admired took the picture too

It reached as an adult looking up to all

Someone passed by, when heart jiggle

Coming close it started to wiggle

It was the beginning of love then

An adult was born to make it happen

Like two little kids they laughed and played

Waiting for the next dawn to come again

To begin the game that they last played!

~ Dawn

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