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I wake to the crisp winter air

I feel the wind so cool in the night

My soul seems to want to take flight



I hear the lonely winds so cool in the clouds

the  birds chirp a song to waken the others

two hungry shadows leark in the breeze



So dark this morning in time

waiting for the sun to rise

I hear scampering around the tree's



Hoping to hear your voice

hoping to see your hand in my day

seeing the shadows keeps me longing for your embrace



The sun rises and the leaves seem crisp

ready for snow this morning

the clouds are grey and the wind seems to have

went away.



I close my eyes and see the sun

the sun shines deep in my soul

waiting for my master to take control.



Written by©Betty Bolden

11-11-04

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