The slow rise plays out in shades.
First a hint on the horizon, then
Comes the unfolding, a spark here,
The dazzling of frost, like diamonds.
Hidden shining, spreading light.
Mists rise causing a new way.
Refraction, a curtain sheer, revealing.
A quiet rising, a muted shining.
Softly comes the days light.
Go slow, take it in, let it rise in you.
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