New Beginning Poem by Debbie DrummondHay
New Beginning
In the morning of my life I awoke and sang to the falling moon
of things that have yet to be.
In the afternoon I praised my innocence at the sun
and mourned my loss to the dry earth.
Depths of despair taking over what was left.
Now, in the evening, I whisper to the stars 'thank you'!
I hear my own voice cry out in wonder
at the prospect of a new beginning.
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Liked this one Debbie, thanks for sharing it. Charlie.