When dawn speaks
The world halts in a heartbeat
As its gentle cries act like a soothing balm
Pre-smearing for any harm
Its clearing clouds;  like a needed path
Shabily made to lead my cutlass
Its breezes speak in alien but massaging language
Calling for calm preparations
To face the world
Brave fears
Gentle aggressions
Bitter acceptance
Openly deaf ears suffer
Getting mixed signals
From perceived voices
Completely deaf ears bump into all ugliness in hurts
Only the serene thinks to listen and is somehow cleared
When dawn speaks
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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