On the eve,
The dawn breaks,
Casting its light
On the newest of days.
Nothing will be the same again,
As the sun’s rays bathe the land,
The horizon suffused
With magenta and gold.
The gold
A treasure
Now revealed
For the first time.
And so
New eras are born,
To be taken in to the heart,
To lift up the soul.
From here the spirit flies,
Surveying the new land,
From here
A new life begins.
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