Greet the Morn

Everyday she stare the sun,
Early rise in thick of none.
With steed at by her feathers puff,
Before the dawn for morning huff.
Clouds that roll they’re breath now fresh,
Cycle rings the born of flesh.
Raise up high to misty morn,
And trail beyond the world now born.


Art: http://hungerartist.deviantart.com/art/Misty-Morning-425304229

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