Red streaks

When I’m awake this late
My mind going for reasons unstated
I become excited by dawn
Eager for the brushing streaks
My face turning to the window
My eyes searching for the sun’s blush
Taking snapshots of the sky mentally
Holding the first breath of perfection
Making it mine for just one moment
Praying I retain appreciation always


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