Tip-toeing gently, towards
her friend the sun,
With her soft feathered footsteps,
one by one,
Over the silent blue wavelets,
a step at a time,
She glided with grace, over
dance-floor´s brine.
Upon staircase of sunbeams
& golden stepped rays,
With each dainty step, she
picked out her small way,
Playing with her ankles, briny´s
frothy white hems,
Her gown of the oceans, soft
sparkling with gems.
With the light in her voice
& the breeze in her hair,
She´s Tip-toes gently, upon
rosy day´s dawning stair,
Sprinkling diamonds of dewdrops,
to welcome the morn,
Baptizing the day, with her
name of Aurora, sweet dawn.
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