Dawn

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Dawn.

Peeping sunlight,

gentle colors,

promise of another day to do it all.

Dawn.

A new idea,

born for change,

a new horizon for growth.

Dawn.

A new era,

and awakening,

a chance for our world to become love.

Dawn.

Renewal,

resurgence,

replenishment,

rebeginning.

Hope.

Tears fell

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Tears fell.

Of course, tears fall many times,
many reasons,
but those were the hardest of all.

The first tears were bitter,
hot with sadness, wouldn’t end.

Next were tears of why,
full of disbelief.

Then with a flash of anger,
resignation,
brief.

Finally came the tears no one saw,
inside tears,
numbness,
raw,
silent,
blind.

One foot after another.
One day after another.
One tear after another.

Life goes on.

So do the tears.

Five sets of tears.

They never stop,
those inside tears.

Never.