June 2nd - June 16th
Morning
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Smell of dew;
Sound of rain.
Dawn reshapes the shadows,
Into something beyond words.
The birds begin to sing;
The tree limbs yawn and reach.
I stretch my fresh,
And rested arms,
And bathe in,
The morning.
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Yesterday gives way;
Becomes another day.
Another page;
Another new memory.
The sun begins it’s path across the sky.
The world immersed, is filled with light;
A prism of colors, textures, sounds,
That spills into the crevasses of night.
Crimson turns to gold;
Begins to shine.
I’m wide awake;
Auspicious.
Content to simply witness this…
…
And be alive.