Tiny grass pushes through the soil in spring reaching up for sunlight like little green hands
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Walked through a forest at dawn, where mist hung like soft silk between the trees, and sunlight filtered through leaves in golden threads—nature’s quiet poem unfolding before me. #DawnForestPoetry
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Stood on the Yangtze River Bridge at dawn, watching the sun rise over the water, the bridge’s steel frame glowing soft gold in the early light—iconic view that takes my breath away. #YangtzeBridgeDawn
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