The call of the dawn a haunting siren song
disguising her depths, her secrets and shadows
into which you can never see
her colours gleaming, shifting and drifting
like brief intervals of a dream
or bright butterflies, delicately unreachable
as the earth is to the sky
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 
Beautiful poem. Dawn is so many colors, and you’ve captured it here.
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