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The sun gold and brazen,

Puts me in a haze and,

The bronze tone of mornings light,

Radiates a breath taking sight,

I stumble about gleefully and in cheers,

As the smells of honeydews and nectars imbues my soul of jovial morning tears,

The sumptuous illumination from a dark cold embrace,

With the rising morning sun tenderly tingling as it envelopes my face,

The sky calming away from a dim subtle mist,

Setting a twist to that of a slumbering kiss,

Rising sun and a setting night,

Has it never filled I of such a fruitful delight!