Strolling

 

Morning strolls through the shadows

Awaking with a gentle touch, and kiss of sun

Like a mother welcoming her children

From night and their dreams

Caressing with a warming smile

Chasing away darkness

Her radiance again redeemed

 

Life reborn in soft of light

Today is the promise never made

It’s expectation only hoped for

The realization intoxicating

For those who know the truth of a sunrise

Know also the magic of another chance

Living the moment and never wasting

 

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