The lingering dawn,
As it sprouts with life,
A life so yellow
With hope and light,
Just like a nascent bud
Hoping to wake up
And bloom on
In her lingering dawn.
The ravenous night,
As it seeks to plight,
The plunder of all things-
Pristine white,
Just like a dying moss,
Darting its fangs,
Choking all life with his might,
His ravenous night…
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