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In the Early Hours
In the early hours
Thoughts turn crystalline
In the silky silent
Nothingness
In the dark field
Of endeavour
With no opposition
They gather
No longer
Corralled by barks
Of Distraction
Or fences of frustration
Exploring
My hopeful mind
Grazing on the joy
Of freedom
Bleating with
Poetic possibilities
Until the luscious light
Of sunrise awakens
In the early hours
Copyright ©
Sam Scott
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