Pink the hue
Steals the remnant
Night slips away
Blackened forms of branches
Cast sharp silhouettes
And for a moment
filigreed fingers
Hold the sky
As dawn is held
As colours merge
To bluish grey.

Running in the slow lane
Pink the hue
Steals the remnant
Night slips away
Blackened forms of branches
Cast sharp silhouettes
And for a moment
filigreed fingers
Hold the sky
As dawn is held
As colours merge
To bluish grey.

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