The dawn came too soon
While I slumber still
The raucous morning
Tumbles over my window sill
The birds are calling
But I asleep still in my bed
Trying to hold to silence
The last dream still in my head
Stoic Poetry
Early Dawn
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 