We could be the early sunrise right before it reaches the windows rim.
We could be the darkening sunset that cries for a few more moments of exposure.
We could be the dawning cry of mother birds, chirping to announce their presence.
We could be the train that rides off on boundless journeys with happiness in mind.But we’re just a spur of emotion that has lost its course.
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