A/N: This is an original work, and maybe it's bloody awful poetry, but every now and then, the poetic Muse calls me. :D
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With joyous felicity
I watch the sun rise over the trees.
“Come hither,” it says,
“A new day awaits you!”
I view the coming aurora
with thankfulness and tranquility.
I don my svelte outfit, silk rustling quietly,
ready for what is to come.
I will make use of this beloved autumn day,
for soon it must say, “Adieu:”
the beginning of dusk.