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Morning

The daylight with vigor, splendor and delight And smiles bursting like layer of diamond in the sky And a soft tender voice saturated with passion crawling Under the sunlit cloud whispering a powerful message of hope I wasn’t sure if I should go left or right so I stood quietly At the crossroads and hum an elegant song And waited for destiny to come along It wasn’t one of those songs that you often hear on the radio But one that resonate deep within the depth of a conscious mind And all of a sudden the morning came alive with buzzing bees and butterfly and the assurance that everything was going to be alright The heaven open with a deep sigh and traffic emerge from all sides They descend on the high way in droves lanes crossing over lanes They drove through the town until they reached the bridge Patrons were there to welcome them in. It wasn’t a welcome to warm their heart; it was one that was position for you to make a brand new start. People assemble on street forming longs lines from the entrance to the bridge, I have never seen anything like this before just about everything was moving in the same direction They come by boat ship and sea fishing for the life of their dreams. They erect food stall around the town and people were shopping all around. The marching band stroll up and down the street with an electrifying rhythm sending chills through their feet. This was the same scene in every state city and town. People were floating all around, They came out in droves some wearing skinny jeans and others dressed in long gowns. Business was thriving all around long lines congested street and the temperature boiling all over the street I asked myself what was going on and a voice shouted from the parking And said early voting begins today. I love what I see and I am convinced that hope will catapult me to the highest degree I just love what I see and I am waiting for thee.

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