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Break of Dawn

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Published: Sep 27, 2014

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In my city,

At the break of dawn,

The runners come running

Towards us all.

They come up the stairs,

And past the white gates,

Alongside the pond,

The runners always come

At the break of dawn.

I see new faces

New colors, new shapes

Inside my city

At the dawn’s break.

Most at the dawn

Make it out of my city,

When they leave in a flourish,

It’s a sight so pretty.

But I cherry-pick some

To stay in my city-

The old man whose legs are too weak to run,

The frail little child whose life’s just begun,

I suffer them not

To go on outside

To pain and suffering

From which they’ll cry.

I tap on their shoulders,

So that they know

To stay in my city

Forevermore.

So every day,

The runners come running

And the cherry-picked ones

Will stand there just waiting,

For when I tap

Their loved ones’ shoulders,

So they can help them

Cross the dawn’s white-gate border.

For the runner always come running

Into my city’s pearly white gates

At the break of dawn.

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So, I was browsing Storybird last night, saw one of my classmates made something in their free time, took 15 minutes to write this, if that.

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