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Early Morning Thoughts
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In the beginning In the softness of dewed grass
And early morning hours
I lie, awake, contemplating what you may think
Of me
As the sun kisses the horizon
With pale, faded rays
I sigh, alone, whispering in the dark
For you
When the crickets cease to sing
And songbirds fill the air
I am, begun, to forget the undying emptiness
In us
Beautiful poem.
This poem is beautiful. I love how all of your poems reach the souls of the readers. Keep up the awesome work!