A New Day: Poetry



The Sky lounged on idle haunches,
spread His hands amid the sand;
The Horizon pondered candle launches
of stars across the forest lands

In time, they met as strangers 
both new to existence and polarity;
Yet oblivious to the dangers
union grew, fused by singularity

And in this tango of a dance,
they loved at the edge of Earth
And within this spark of chance
arose a Child of sacred birth:

Dawn. 

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