It is a hollow set of metaphors
to say over and over again
that the sun will come up tomorrow
and bring a new day,
without ever having stood in the predawn darkness
and experienced
the exquisite beauty of the first blast of light.
It is a hollow set of metaphors
to say over and over again
that the sun will come up tomorrow
and bring a new day,
without ever having stood in the predawn darkness
and experienced
the exquisite beauty of the first blast of light.
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