Sunrise light. A poem

Dear friends, I leave for the goodness of your readings a poem. I wanted to begin it in a way and the poem ended as it wanted.
However, as it has been presented (after the obligatory retouching of the revision) I leave it in your hands and hope you find readers.
I am deeply grateful.

_{Photo by me}


Sunrise light, soft nimbus of wakefulness.
Field in the pacen the last stars, precious cattle of gold of the astral lords.
Under their helpless indifference,
The wind of the night flees
And towards the inland sea pushes the pains.
And the murmur of the groaning of the shadows
It's almost a ghost of the fatal hours.
Do not deceive yourself
Your aching bones
They're witnesses.

And what the flame ignores
It's ash that gleams in defeat.


**Gracias por la compañía. Bienvenidos siempre.

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