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Sep 2014
Warm sunlight is kissing
the tops of the conifers,
moving down
as the morning star moves up,
igniting the dark sky
with splinters of
vivid reds & oranges.

And in the nearby meadow,
I hear the songbirds
revel in the new day
as I lay here alone,
smelling the aroma
of fresh coffee brewing.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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