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The first hour that the sun greets the world
"Good morning", everyday,
is silent and hopeful
as it breathes life into every being.
But he only noticed when dusk fell,
the clouds painted a brilliant gold as
the last rays of hope bled out,
leaving the world engulfed in the darkness of nighttime.
It was too easy for him to miss the bright, hopeful mornings
that he slept through,
while dreaming of a better tomorrow,
blind to the beauty of dawn.
But maybe it was natural for him
to miss out on sunrises,
the same way he missed
the silent encouragement
hidden behind the ceaseless bickering.