Baskadia

A Calm And Rich Atmosphere During Evening Time With This Dusk To Dawn Light!

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Resilient Dawn's Grace

MIRROR, kind and true, No judgment, just a view. BED, a friend in need, Listening as problems feed. DREAM, an escape's embrace, Reality's troubles we erase. RAIN, tears from the sky, Crying with you, never shy. DARKNESS, a hidden space, Your pain it will embrace. SHOWER, washing pain away, With each drop, a brighter day. MUSIC, healing artful sound, Heart's solace easily found. GOD, a guiding light, Through the darkest night.

Dawn Hunting Sect

lu yao was a 21st  girl who transferred( transmigrated ) into a cultivation in the sect which was full of beasts and un purified ghost which get active on hunting people at dawn.  Although lu yao cursed the previous owner for entering such a crazy sect,  still she had to survive for four straight years waiting for the sect Barrier to open, so that she can leave the dangerous sect.

THE ENCHANTING DAWN

The rain poured relentlessly, mirroring the turmoil within James's heart. As he stood alone on the dimly lit street corner, his eyes glistened with a mix of anger and pain. Each droplet that struck the ground seemed to echo his shattered dreams and the pieces of his wounded soul. For years, James had carried the weight of a tragic past—a past that had left him scarred and disillusioned. Betrayal had etched itself into the depths of his being, making him wary of love and distrustful of others. Th

Whispers of Dawn

Poem Whispers of Dawn

Dawn's Embrace: The Resplendent African Sunrise and Its Promise of Hope"

In the cradle of Africa, where the land meets the sky, A daily miracle unfolds, catching every eye. The African sunrise, a majestic display, Bathing the world in golden hues to start a brand-new day. As darkness yields to the sun's gentle rise, The landscape awakens, nature's own surprise. A canvas painted with hues of orange and gold, A sight that never gets old. The sun ascends, a radiant sphere, Chasing away shadows, banishing fear. In its warm embrace, hope takes flight, Promising a future,

Spittle at Dawn

There is a little bird Sited on the flower Sipping the pollens, Singing without ceasing: All flowers all over the world Are nothing but bushes Domesticated like animals To adorn compounds As if they aren't bushes. Blossoming only at dawn Anytime our father refuses To drop his spittle They all withal All over the world.

Still dark even after a dawn