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Bliss

As the morning sunlight falls , 
On the dew laden flower , 
Workers stir within their beds , 
Blessing the minutes to the hour  , 

The drunkard stirs in wind swept streets , 
As babies demand their feed , 
Whilst birds and bees take flight in hope , 
A new day in search of feed ,

But as the sun does slowly rise ,
All this would seem to cease , 
Fear not it is only intermission ,
In the next show of natures peace .


Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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