Sunrise sweetness

There’s beauty in the silver singing river, there’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky, but none of these and nothing else can match the beauty that I remember in my true love’s eyes.

Bob Dylan

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

Horace Mann

What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?

Margaret Atwood

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“Sunrise sweetness” by Blaga Todorova

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“Wrapped in blue” by Blaga Todorova

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