Veil of Dawn Shaking
morning slips into gray skies
no longer unfurling wide
cradling the silence
eroded by oppression
their branches weary and desperate
while birds fly far away
seeking freedom
beyond fading shadows
catching warmth that has vanished
paths overgrown with thorns
through thick fog
leading to dreams that fade
like wilted leaves on murky streams
light held back at windows
and hope trickles softly
sinking in a frozen world
leaning toward dim light
not merely to survive
but to rise anew
in the blaze of a fierce struggle
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