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Jul 2017
Sunrise here,
sunset there,
and the distance
seems to shrink
each day.

Here comes the
morning light,
breaking through
my curtains,
waking me up
with colour.

The birds sing
your name to
the dawn, each
more beautiful
than the last.
Michael J Simpson
Written by
Michael J Simpson  31/M/Aberdeen, Scotland
(31/M/Aberdeen, Scotland)   
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