Rising Sun

February 6, 2018
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Down below me, I see,
A blanket of mist mixed with trees.
A light shining from the east.
Beautiful to say the least.
The clouds broke from the pack,
A cool breeze blowing on my back.
A golden stripe on the horizon.
I'll remember this moment till I'm wizened.
A mute moment as we held our breath.
A new sun rose as the old moon set.

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