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Aug 2017
wind tapped on my lids
as if they were a door.
"Awake its a new day,"
the wind whispered.

Birds joined in
awakening my ears
with their gentle
sacred melodies.

It was time to exit my bedroom.
Time to dance in day gracefully.
Time,
as wind carried,
and birds sang.
It is a windy day and my words floated inside mind
until I let them in to borne a poem.
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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