Strolling

 

Morning strolls through the shadows

Awaking with a gentle touch, and kiss of sun

Like a mother welcoming her children

From the night and their dreams

Caressing with a warming smile

Chasing away the darkness

 

Life reborn in the soft of light

Today is the promise never made

It’s expectation only hoped for

The realization intoxicating

For those who know the truth of a sunrise

Know also the magic of another chance

 

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