Syllabic Poem| The Culminating 30
Fog
Rises
Up
Called by
The morning,
Darkness
Turns slowly
To light.
And the birds
Announce morning,
A new beginning,
The enemy
Has taken to flight.
Fresh possibility
Comes with the sunrise
But sadly not for all
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