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poem originally written for and submitted to Pure in Heart Literary Magazine, July 2026
God’s morning paints the world in gold, and little birds begin to sing~ they know His love wakes everything. Quiet wind tiptoes through the trees, whispering blessings as they pass~ tiny prayers in dewy grass.
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