This morning comes alive
Breathing new life
In the day
The moment
Throughout all waking hours
To
Evening night.
Never speaking
Of
What must be done
What should be
Left behind.
Only moving through
The day
Bringing everything
To evening
Where to rest, sleep
In the quiet
Peaceful night.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
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