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Jul 12
I awake to a golden sun
rising above the horizon;
slanting rays upon the emerald grass.
Shadows of telephone poles
standing tall like sentries.
Swift footsteps
kicking up morning dew
sending chills through my skin.
The day is new
I feel warm within.
Lane O
Written by
Lane O  31/M
     Hanna and Imran Islam
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