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MORNING

The sun in dipped in glory
Its drippings drip like snow
Or raindrops falling in the morning
Beautiful Glow

You peek from underneath your cover
You feel it dripping down your soul
It sends shivers that ricochet
It echoes; it flows

It seeps into your blood stream
As it rides down your roads
Where it slides down your tired chains
Slow

It encases your spirit
Mind and soul
Its ripples smooth your chaos
Then grows





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