Gifts
A day comes
and a day goes,
light turns to dark
in an instant;
the chores of the day
now complete,
the body slows
its own rhythm.
The thousands of thoughts
are now retired,
the mind sinks slowly
into the abyss.
All that was today,
will be new tomorrow -
new thoughts, new chances, new life...
the gifts of a promise,
a promise fulfilled
with each new sunrise.
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