There You Stand

Fresh is the crisp breath
of dawn's yawn, the fragrance
of the clean mint awakens the mind
as the tender mint shakes off
the crusted ice of winter past

As the light is blocked from sight
stars bless the sky with twinkle
twinkle to keep the soul
comforted till morn'

A new day slides across
the sky, dusting a light
firmly on the horizon
there you stand
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