As a New Dawn Arises #1733
On the expanse of salt flats, where earth meets the sky,
A woman stands poised, with mountains awry.
Dressed in yellow, the hue of dawn's first light,
She becomes the bridge 'twixt the day and the night.
Sunrise paints her silhouette, a radiant glow,
Mirroring mountains, with their peaks of snow.
Her dress, flowing like rivers of molten gold,
Whispers of beginnings, of stories untold.
Blonde hair beneath a veil, a delicate embrace,
She looks down, a quiet grace on her face.
The yellow veil, an ethereal cascade,
Merges with the horizon, as shadows start to fade.
A new dawn arises, with promise anew,
Where dreams take flight and hopes pursue.
In her stillness, she embodies the morn's soft song,
A testament to renewal, where dreams belong.
Amidst salt and sun, where vast plains unfold,
She stands as a beacon, in her dress of bold gold.
Captured in time, a moment so raw and profound,
She heralds the beauty of a new dawn unbound.