Silent undertakings in the still of the morning
sunrise, greeting with welcoming rays of sunlight,
taking the sleep from my mind as I write.
A continuation of last night's thoughts, stretching
themselves into another twenty-four hours of writing.
and thinking in coded rhymes.
Serious considerations pushing into a new dawn, an
awakening of interior senses, touched by intellect's
hidden surprises.
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