fulcrum

--- i sit outside in early morn watch the new day as it's born still dark the streetlights highlight trees the branches sway within the breeze forgetting all the lover lost a night is spent to turn and toss but now this Friday has begun the mountains a fulcrum to lift the sun now i just sit gaze and sigh Venus a tear to glint the sky soulsurvivor 5/1/2015

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