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I almost called you

as I watched the ageless

morning scrape an eternal sky.

For in the infancy

of that moment

I felt so very small,

yet still significant...

so very weak,

and yet, as mighty

as the whispering winds.



That's how I feel with you

each time I hear your soft hellos

touch my internal sky.

For in the beauty

of that moment

I feel so very breathless,

yet eager to shout...

so very blessed,

and yet, ever content

to greet another new day.