Poem: The Waking Hour

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From the birth of aeons
And our endless slumber,
A light of dawn emerging now,
Unrivalled like no other.

Towards the widest horizons,
Unfolding such timeless splendour.
A weaving of worlds, all skies reborn,
Summoned upon the waking hour.

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