Before the dawn I stood,
tracing frost on a window pane.
Chill creeping in through coat
sleeves,
how quiet the world was.
Tracing frost on a window pane,
silence unbroken by birds.
How quiet the world was,
when covered with blankets of
cloud.
Silence unbroken by birds,
freezing in foreign headlights.
When covered with blankets of
cloud,
I waited for life to start.
Freezing in foreign headlights,
surrounded by crisp silence.
I waited for life to start,
and I wondered if I was alone.
Surrounded by crisp silence,
chill creeping in through coat
sleeves,
I wondered if I was alone,
when before the dawn I stood.
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