A great circle wakes on the horizon
stretches to birdsong early risers,
her golden hair was uncombed the wind
irradiating the dawn.
horizons Your hands are sheltering
the passage of the morning.
A circular body contrasts with the huge curtain walls
staining.
Start a new dawn to dusk
pm
farewell with the brightness of the palm alone.
already started,
contrasting color harmonies.
It warms the cool of the morning
endless sounds of voices.
A breath flows
horizon when joining in the distance
heaven and earth.
A colorful spring rises from the depths
running on the new dawn.
unfinished brushstrokes moving in the breeze.
The roads are opened
sprayed countless broadcasting horizons
indecipherable tones spread the dawn.
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