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A new day a new haiku
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Willow leaves break through Morning sun burns off fresh dew Beginning anew
Pale mist rising up My eyelids flutter open Was it just a dream?
Across golden fields Misty mornings fall lightly And some are broken
Your pure morning light Spins and weaves a golden web Through the furry frost
Crisp autumn morning Cool breath filling my nostrils Let my spirit free
Golden morning glow Pure and untarnished promise Flawed expectation