The break of dawn,
Orange streaks grace the sky.
Darkness yielding to light,
A fresh start, no longer shy.
Birds chirp, doors open wide,
Morning walkers' voices muffled.
Silence surrenders its reign,
To the bustling day, no longer stifled.
And there she stands,
Her day not starting, but ending.
Off to bed, while the world awakes,
A unique rhythm, her own life amending.
They say light awaits every tunnel's end,
But what if darkness feels more serene?
How does one leave that cozy realm,
Embrace change, step into the unseen?
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