Morn Insights
Somehow, the glint of morn's prayer
awakens an unexplained urge
to find new journeys
in the remaining meditation
of time...I gush as daybreak yields
freshened rain,
that my old city of dreams,
of hope begins to inhale
all that is indelibly alive-- precious.
...............
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