before eyes open
my ears recognize
sweet dawn is greeting
with winged chorus outside
night's heat is exchanged
by the drapes being blown
in a dance with soft breezes
at windows wide thrown
my body now wakes
in new strength from true rest
as my heart remembers
this hour as best
morning offers
something of Glory
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another post to join L. L. Barkat and this week's On, In and Around Mondays
poem written by c. l. atkinson
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