AS BIRDS SIGNAL THE FIRST HOUR

As the birds signal the first hour. Here, truly, does the early morning rise give strength and joy to my day. I wake facing the sun rise. My windows are not closed to the night, both my eyes are alive to see it. The first light that lights the full sky, that first began to tint, seduced joyfully by the chorus of tweets, and swabs the blanketed bowl with sapphire hues.

SIGNAL

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