Scarlet sun slices,
ebony frame—
Iwa birds dazzling,
violet lilies in the rain.
Orange heat breathes,
banyan’s crown aglow,
dew on emerald leaves,
morning’s gentle flow.
Beautiful, beautiful—
but unlike fog,
this haze is born of fire,
its breath is sharp and strong.
Vog glows in the morning,
brilliance in the sky,
but beneath its silent shimmer
a beauty that can burn—
where fog only softens the dawn.
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