One spin
And just the light
Of this new day,
Forgiving and forgetting
Erases
The joy and pain of yesterday.
A gentle warmth crests the dune
Warming my brow
It enlightens me to the possibilities
Of peace prospects:
A time without the harsh edge,
Without the struggle for survival.
Turn out into the day!
Let the sound from within
Sprout roots,
Sprout wings.
Feel free to begin.
Monday, June 1, 2009
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