Morning creeps.
Windy water waves
Duning shadowy Sun
Hollows...
Reigning seconds
Just right.
Everything moving,
As I, casting stones...
Morning prophecies.
They land on edges.
Morning stands high...
Walks towards Day.
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Morning creeps.
Windy water waves
Duning shadowy Sun
Hollows...
Reigning seconds
Just right.
Everything moving,
As I, casting stones...
Morning prophecies.
They land on edges.
Morning stands high...
Walks towards Day.
A personified morning works well with me.
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