Morning Has Broken
Bright is the dew that embraces my earth
As morning breathes with a lingering sigh;
Oaks in teal ripple and glimmer in peace
With hymns of sacred grace I can't defy.
In this free motion, tranquility abides
North winds drift along, gentle and refined
Encircling on the core of quietude;
That hours glide perfectly, weaving a bind.
For acceptance becomes my life’s keeper
Each passing turns into a rune, a fire;
Till lightness of ease imbues vibrant thoughts
Benevolent as sunrays that inspire.
Morning leans again with a lustrous face
In calm persuasion, my heart and soul meet,
A mist bathing in its celestial glow
When dawn resounds without any conceit.
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Second Chance Contest for Broken Wings
Resubmitted 3/08/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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