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I Have Seen a New Dawn
I awoke this morning, before Dawns early light; the Sunshine still slept. I took my coffee cup, out on the porch, and for “Lenore” I Finally wept. The pain, the agony, years of grief: rolled down my cheeks: My Soul’s Relief. A single ray of sunshine over the majestic purple mountains peak, peeks. Out of this single ray of light, my Heartbeat; my Soul “ LENORE “ speaks. “ My Dearest and Only Beloved ; I’m sorry I left, upon our Everlasting Day. I’ll sing to you My final Poem, before OUR Heavenly Father; bids Me to stay I remember every Rhyme, YOU wrote For ME : Lets memorize each TIME. GOD grants US togetherness : “ LENORE, Lets make this HOUR, OURS. LENORE and I shared Memories, OUR POETRY : many of OUR HOURS As I came back, from this Adventure, the morning Sun was smiling at ME. Atop the Mighty Purple Mountain he had climbed ; I was not There to SEE. With eyes now wider opened, I watch the warmth of the SUN racing at ME. I feel the wind the warmth flies in on, Flowing through my Grey White Beard I Smell the flowers growing; I see the mighty OAK Limbs wave; WEIRD. I must Retrain my senses; To see, hear, feel : TO WRITE!! My FRIENDS Relearn the Basic laws of Truth and LIFE and LOVE and FEELING. Must Retrain my hands to write of The Beauty of Mother Earth! My FAMILY I have to Study very Hard, my Contemporaries , to quicken the HEALING. Then I can Write, to the ones I love; They teach me Everything THE POETS
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