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And after the dawn of the morning, the sun greets me and acknowledges my spirit and strength! I am the wanderer and I keep wandering in search of a nothingness. I am the wanderer and wandering is my destiny!

And Milo, full of thoughts and questions, curled up on the pages of tomorrow's music and eagerly awaited the dawn.

And stay, my dear stay... forever, as my quiet song, in my lilac dawn.

And then it explodes in bright plumes of orange and red, a sun to split the silver darkness.

As dawn leaks into the sky it edits out the stars like excess punctuation marks, deleting asterisks and periods, commas, and semi-colons, leaving only unhinged thoughts rotating and pivoting, and unsecured words.

A SHADE OF CLASS Benevolence is gift-wrapped in a variety of beautiful skin colors Kamil Ali

...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...

At dawn, we awake to new dreams, new times, a new life. Each day is a time to start again, a blank slate to fill with daily wishes, daily dreams. Each day is a new life with new opportunity to be whoever we want to be.

At birth and at dawn for each and every day it triumphs over the eclipse. It is the very first thing that you see. Its power is blinding at first, anon it opens our eyes to the allure of the world. Each moment it breathes life into us, warms our souls and colors our skin. At gloaming it seems to wane, while it privily awaits a time to give birth to a new circle of life.

At dawn of man, many words of inspiration. At the end, there will be words of revelation.

...before the dawn I leave the night behind me and before my heart I let you leave me behind. - from the poem 'Behind

At the end of the day…we are anchoring into the peaceful lagoon, smiling at the majestic sun and its flirting rays, slowly slipping into the glittering ballroom of immense night skies, sipping on the platinum moon liquor under the blues of rippling waves kissing my golden foot hanging over the board of gently rocking boat, and diving into the bed of galaxies whispering magical stories of their eternal lives connecting souls…till the dawn…

Before you speak... I have already heard. Before you see... I had seen a million times. Before you reach... I came and departed, so is the way and life of a versatile soul.

Birthing is never easy or without pain, be it a universe, a child, or a fresh start in life. Contraction precedes expansion. Darkness comes before dawn. Joy follows pain. This is the way of things.

CRITIC OR CITRIC? Anagram of ordinary passing judgement on talented Kamil Ali

Bosch knew the dawn had nothing on the dusk. Dawn always came up ugly, as if the sun was clumsy and in a hurry. The dusk was smoother, the moon more graceful. Maybe it was because the moon was more patient. In life and nature, Bosch thought, darkness always waits.

CHARADE PARADE A 'Special Day' once a year creates an excuse for neglect on the other 365 days for mothers, fathers & veterans

Carl sat musing until the sun leaped above the prairie, and in the grass about him all the small creatures of day began to tune their tiny instruments. Birds and insects without number began to chirp, to twitter, to snap and whistle, to make all manner of fresh shrill noises. The pasture was flooded with light; every clump of ironweed and snow-on-the-mountain threw a long shadow, and the golden light seemed to be rippling through the curly grass like the tide racing in.

Dawn appears when it appears.

DARE TO COMPARE If you're without imperfection, hurl the first insult at a challenged person Kamil Ali

Dawn and dusk are mutual friends of the sun; one opens the door for him to a brand new day and the other one has to shut it to embrace the darkness of night.

Dawn raced like fire across the savanna.

Dawn in Mongolia was an amazing thing. In one instant, the horizon became a faint line suspended in the darkness, and then the line was drawn upward, higher and higher. It was as if a giant hand had stretched down from the sky and slowly lifted the curtain of night from the face of the earth. It was a magnificent sight, far greater in scale...than anything that I, with my limited human faculties, could fully comprehend.

Dawn and its excesses always reminded me of heaven, a place where I have always known I would not be comfortable.

Dawn broke over Ellingham Academy in a swirl of rose pink going into a bloodless blue. Stevie watched the newly risen sun come up over the Great House like a celestial game of peekaboo.

Death was here. The showdown wouldn't occur with the darkness of Halloween. It had come at dawn, and it bathed them in blood.

Dawn is dawn.

Every dusk had the compassion for my fruitless traveler, to not to fail until i grab the dawn's dewy flower! a little joy i found now is like warming my heart in that relief fire.

Do you want to go make friends with it first? Dawn asked. Matthew,give Emily the snacks. Collins swallowed, looking alarmed. Um...what do you mean? Dawn smiled at him. So we can give them to the horse! The carrot sticks? Oh, Collins said, after a pause. You see, you should have told me we were bringing snacks for the horse. I thought they were for us. My bad. Wait, you ate all of them? Dawn asked, taking her canvas bag back from Collins peering inside. The apple too? And where are the sugar cubes? You're telling me we brought the sugar for a horse? Collins asked,incredulous. What does a horse need sugar for? I can't believe you just ate raw sugar cubes, Dawn said, shaking her head. They're sugar cubes! Collins said, his voice rising. What else are you supposed to do with them? And since when do horses get snacks?

Every dawn is born with its own unique hope!

Evenings and mornings represent “the gates” to your inner universe. Taking care of how you enter and exit these “gates” is your primary responsibility; do not give away this power. Once you master it, life will never be the same again.

Every day, with every sunset and every dawn, I must talk myself out of you.

Every new day Our children's joy is as fresh as roses, Even the birds chatter at dawn.

Hail the sun! the brightest of all that ever Dawned on the City of Seven Gates, City of Thebes! Hail the golden dawn over Dirce's river Rising to speed the flight of the white invaders Homeward in full retreat!" - Chorus

GENES G raft of yourself E endowment N ew generation E volution S urvival Kamil Ali

FRACTURED FACTIONS Many cults are created by the uncontrollable egos of religious zealots

From this day forward, you will be my sun at dawn and my stars at night, and I vow to love and cherish you for all our days.

GIFT-WRAPPED BULLION The color of our skin does not determine the size of our heart Kamil Ali

I asked of the limitless sunshine How to shine with the dawn's glowing light; No answer came back from the sunshine, But my soul heard a whisper, "Burn bright!

I am nothing--nothing--nothing. She was clinging to that, she found, as to a sort of anchor, because it kept her from having to face the terrible possibility that God Himself was not, and the realization of God's nothingness would be the final horror that could not be borne. Yet as time passed she knew that that possibility, too, must be faced. She must let go of the very last thing left her, the knowledge of her own nothingness, and face it. And she let go, and looked around for God and did not find Him; and then there was nothing, except the dark night. But there was the dark night. Very slowly she became conscious of it, and then she found that she was hugging it to her, wrapping herself in it as though it were a cloak to hide her in this hour of her humiliation. For a long while the night was all that she had, and then suddenly, like a sword stabbing the darkness, came a trill of music. It was a bird welcoming the dawn. That, too, was added. She drew back one of the curtains of her bed and saw a patch of grey light where the window was. That also. During the hours of the night she had been completely stripped, and now one by one a few things were being handed to her for the clothing of her naked, shivering, humiliated soul. For a few things one must have to make one decent if one was to step forth again upon the highway. For that, obviously, impossible though the task seemed to her at this moment, was what she had to do as soon as the full day came, because there wasn't anything else that she could do. She had to go on living and serving, with the living and serving stripped of all pleasure...But there would be something. There would be darkness and light, night and day, both sweet things, and music linking them together. The full glory of the dawn chorus seemed all about her...it was full day by the time she pulled back the muslin curtains that covered her window and flung it wide and leaned out, the scent of the spring earth rushing up to meet her. That also was given back...By whom?

I built my home in the feeling of waking up at dawn in a new city, where every road is the right road because there is no ordinary. Everything is as profound as you make it.

He walked to the top of a rise and crouched and watched the day accrue. The chary dawn, the cold illucid world.

IMBALANCE Do not let one negative carry the same weight as ninety nine positives Kamil Ali

If I had to, I was going to rip every inch of me open, give him as much blood as he needed to survive.

i'm glad to be alive in a world where his gently awakening eyes nourish the morning sun.

Ich gehe duschen. Komm gerne mit, dann kann ich dir zeigen, wie viel hübscher das Badezimmer im Gegensatz zur Küche ist." Ich boxte gegen seinen Oberarm. "Nein, danke." Spencer erhob sich. Seine Lippen waren immer noch ein bisschen feucht vom Wasser und sein Grinsen so unverschämt, dass es hätte verboten werden sollen. "Irgendwann wirst du mich freiwillig in dieses Badezimmer begleiten, Süße. Du weißt es, ich weiß es, und die Welt ist sich darüber auch schon seit Anbeginn der Zeit im Klaren.

I LOVE YOU Don't just 'think' it. Say it before it's too late - The burden of regret is a heavy cross to bear

IMPERCEPTIBLE IMPELLENT God exists in the heart, not in the show of religious alignment

The Dawning Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry, The Bridegroom’s coming! fill the sky; Shall it in the evening run When our words and works are done? Or will Thy all-surprising light Break at midnight, When either sleep or some dark pleasure Possesseth mad man without measure? Or shall these early, fragrant hours Unlock Thy bow’rs, And with their blush of light descry Thy locks crown’d with eternity? Indeed, it is the only time That with Thy glory doth best chime; All now are stirring, ev’ry field Full hymns doth yield; The whole Creation shakes off night, And for Thy shadow looks the light; Stars now vanish without number, Sleepy Planets set and slumber, The pursy Clouds disband and scatter, All expect some sudden matter; Not one beam triumphs but from far That morning-star; O at what time soever thou (Unknown to us,) the heavens wilt bow, And, with Thy angels in the van, Descend to judge poor careless man, Grant, I may not like puddle lie In a corrupt security, Where if a traveller water crave, He finds it dead, and in a grave. But as this restless, vocal spring All day and night doth run, and sing, And though here born, yet is acquainted Elsewhere, and flowing keeps untainted; So let me all my busy age In Thy free services engage; And though (while here) of force I must Have commerce sometimes with poor dust, And in my flesh, though vile and low, As this doth in her channel flow, Yet let my course, my aim, my love, And chief acquaintance be above; So when that day and hour shall come, In which Thyself will be the sun, Thou’lt find me drest and on my way, Watching the break of Thy great day.

In the midst of the dawn of sunshine, armed with faith and hope, we enter the splendid and bright New Year.