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A new day a new haiku
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
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