I was dreaming when dawn's
Left hand was in the sky
Waving hello to the sun
Saying goodbye to the moon.
A new day with fresh thoughts
Ruminate on pen's tip.
Muse plays hide and seek with
Sunbeams across the desk
Scattered papers cover dust
While I yawn at dawn's early call.
Helen Crutchett
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