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Those birds that sit on the grid wires It’s how they like to start their day Waiting snugly for the sun to rise Are they owls? I cannot say. The sun is rising, warm and calm An orange hue, only of the rising kind The rays touch my skin like a soothing balm Extracting layers of pain from my mind. Yesterday was a new day It somehow turned its back on me Today is another new day A new chance for my mind to be free.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
Of The Rising Kind