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In the quiet stillness of dawn's embrace A beautiful morning unfolds with grace. The world on the brink of its final bow Yet here I stand, soaking in the glow.

The sun rises slowly, painting the sky With hues of gold and pink, a majestic sigh. The cool breeze whispers through the trees A gentle touch that puts my mind at ease.

I fill up the gas, a mundane task at hand, Yet in this moment, I understand The preciousness of each passing hour, The fragility of life's delicate flower.

As the world prepares for its final act I find solace in this simple fact That beauty still exists in the darkest of times In the midst of chaos, a light that shines.

So I linger a moment, savoring the dawn Embracing the beauty before it's gone. In this fleeting moment, I find peace A small respite before the world's release.

In the quiet stillness of dawn's embrace A beautiful morning unfolds with grace. The world on the brink of its final bow Yet here I stand, soaking in the glow. The sun rises slowly, painting the sky With hues of gold and pink, a majestic sigh. The cool breeze whispers through the trees A gentle touch that puts my mind at ease. I fill up the gas, a mundane task at hand, Yet in this moment, I understand The preciousness of each passing hour, The fragility of life's delicate flower. As the world prepares for its final act I find solace in this simple fact That beauty still exists in the darkest of times In the midst of chaos, a light that shines. So I linger a moment, savoring the dawn Embracing the beauty before it's gone. In this fleeting moment, I find peace A small respite before the world's release.

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[–] • 2 pts

Your poem is nihilism.

Everything's going to shit and will be wasted away

But hey the day is not yet so gray

Guess I'l give up and take some peace

In the smallest glimmer, of rancid fleece

There is no God, no purpose at all

So let's all give up and die with baal

Here's a better poem, that isn't cucked.

I sit in silence, reflecting on Grace

As I watch this world descend to its base

Yet all the while I will fight for Thee

For Your Kingdom is worthy to fight for with glee

Though the darkness abounds, the Light cannot be shattered

Principalities of sin pale at the face of the Master.

Our eyes are darkened by the disgrace of man

Yet through the righteous shall the Kingdom stand.

[–] • 2 pts

Nice!

I woke this morning to a dawn of gray. And was reminded the eclipse is gay.

[–] • 1 pt

I kept trying to set this to Mr. Roger's theme music.