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at dawn break

i open the windows on the rear
pale lights from the eastern side of the window pane enter

i stretch my arms and hands
rub my eyes like sands
the cock has crowed
the church bells toll, i bow

it is the paleness of light, the color of sadness
landing slowly like a tiny wind in my emptiness.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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