Morning

I sit and watch the golden dawn
as yet another day is born.
A golden glow across the sky;
a beauty for which I would die.
But luckily there is no need
as Sol performs his daily deed
of warming now the hearts of all
who hear the mornings gentle call

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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