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Dawn's Lullaby at the Docks
Morning's light spills across the waves,
Golden whispers dance on water's face,
Secrets of the deep begin to wake—
In dockside breath, old stories trace.
The nets are cast where shadows play,
And salty air enchants the heart,
Each ripple holds a tale of day,
Where ocean's art and longing start.
Beneath the calm, a world unseen,
Fish dart swiftly, silhouettes of grace,
The dawn reveals what night had been,
In every catch, a new embrace.
So at the docks, with spirits high,
We greet the sun and bid night's thrall,
For in the light, we learn to fly,
The ocean’s secrets call us all.
Dawn at the Docks
In whispers soft, the morning breaks,
The fishing docks, where silence wakes.
Beneath the blush of amber skies,
Dreams flutter like gulls in their rise.
With nets unfurled, they catch the light,
Chasing shadows, a glimmering sight.
Each ripple sings of hope's sweet call,
As fishermen cast, they heed the thrall.
The ocean breathes in salty tales,
Of moonlit nights and trust that sails.
So here I stand, with heart aglow,
In morning's arms, where dreams still flow.
Morning at the Dock
Dock lines stretch taut against the tide,
Whispers of water where secrets abide.
Sunrise paints hues on the calm, glass sea,
Echoes of dreams drift like boats set free.
The creak of the wood, a soft symphony,
Fishermen’s tales blend with salt in the breeze.
Nets full of hope, though the catch may be shy,
Mornings renew with a promise to try.
Gulls circle high with their cries as a guide,
While soft waves lap gently, where stillness resides.
Each moment alive, with the tide's ebb and flow,
In the heart of the dawn, the dock's spirit glows.
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