Within the Tiny,Within the Small
The little things that I write,
light;
the first of day.
Like the first of life
born this way;
Alive.
It's the little things that I write
that brings to light
the gifts that truly
delight
of soul.
O' the precious
of deep.
Time, tides, and moon beams
still linger on the scene,
even a I prepare
the sunrising.
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