I usually don't like waking up early
But I discovered something most people miss
In the biting hours of the morning
Because people are just always
Too busy closing their eyes
In this glimpse, there was a winter sunrise
And though my skin felt as stone
And my breath formed brief clouds in my face
The pink and orange looked warm
Taking root in my heart
But with pearls, nature is greedy
Colors dissipating with each step I took
And though most may need riches and gold
Something tangible to hold
I but need the treasure to look
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