Dawn came fast
with its red sun peeping
at the sleeping landscape
trees were slowly exhaling
a white misty cloud towards the sky
birds filled the morning air
with wild symphonies of songs
whilst sunbeams wiped away
the tiny tears of dewdrops
on the small hands of plants
the door was locked
the key remained in its keyhole
and we left
for ever
Claude Lopez-Ginisty
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