Poem about dawn

5:15

Just me and the local dogs.

A real summer day.

Hardworking fishermen return from the sea and take out the fish they caught.

The sea is not heard.

There is not the slightest wave.

Water is like a mirror, you can look at yourself.

In the end, as far as the eye can see,

where water and sky meet,

the colors are starting to break.

The finest shades of red and orange.

I take photos again and again.

Photography cannot conjure it up.

I can't describe it in words.

That act when the sun rises.

When everyone stops breathing.

Like a birth.

The sun means life.

Life means the sun.

You need to breathe for that moment.

For dawn.

Author: Musician

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