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sunrise

The sunlight pours over the ridge
And passionately embraces the diamond landscape with
A golden glow,
Enfolding the bitter frost in its soft presence.
It's a sad kind of love
For the glittering ice enjoys the radiant kiss for only
A few seconds before
Rushing away in a stream of tears
Leaving the fatally affectionate sun
Alone again.