Crawling, The Horizon Poem by Ronny Self

Crawling, The Horizon

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Sunlight,
Crawling over the horizon,
Painted fingers grasping trees,
Pull yourself over, breathe
The morning wind into your veins;
Soften the night chilled earth
With the thud of light;
Come to life.
It’s better on this side.

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