Sonnet: Morning Awaits

Neither hooves, nor hounds, have heard of thee
Plea not on broken promises, as they are written
You have known thy heart, which beats in me
No love have I felt and yet my heart feels smitten
Ghostly footsteps, marred the way upon my heart
What whispers echo, as only echoes do
My eyelids shed tears, as my heart imparts
Cruel as the dawn, upon the twilight hue
The morning awaits, in pastel skies
Piecing rays stream forth, far in the north
Twilight surrenders, to the morning in rise
I await the dawn, Till thee move forth
Starlight bleeds, as daylight shatters
Seems to be, the morning matters

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