Morning Light

Posted: May 31, 2014 in Poetry
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When living a young soul

daybreak scatters ideals

first thoughts are the screen door

flying through light frames

to the trees, fields and friends.

I hadn’t yet aged

hadn’t begun to ponder

she didn’t yet consume my every waking …

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