Brand new day

I can touch the colors
On a Golden morning
Before the world awakes.
Before the first dog barks.
The first rooster crows.
The sunrise belongs to me.
And I can smell the light
Familiar like childhood
The same golden light
That has followed me
Throughout youth
As a woman.
As a mother.
Each time it hits my face it says hello
And it sings music.
As the world awakes
To the beautiful moment I have witnessed
Being born.
A new day.

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