What is it? Won't you wake from sleep? Come, rise! Look — see how this morning has adorned itself! Come now… you must see… come… Look… if you part the curtain from your room's cornice just a little, creating some distance in their love affair, you'll glimpse a sky-split sunlight cradling the morning with all its tenderness! This is the first declaration of its beauty! Then, when you yearn to go deeper into that sunlight, closer still to morning's heart, you'll see — in a wondrous melancholic melodrama — a flock of birds adorning morning's entire body with their hidden yet pervasive, ceaseless song. Right after, when you emerge from that melodrama's ceremonious greeting and step even closer to morning, you'll see Mother Nature embracing the morning in the full salutation of her nascent motherhood! Finally, when you reach not near morning but morning itself, you'll see — beyond all doubt and hesitation — this new crimson dawn dressed in the light of fresh liberation! What is it? Won't you bathe in this boundless cascade of morning's incomparable beauty?
Red Morning
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