the sun always
rises
on the east.
that is the first
pillar of
my faith to move
on
to wake up
every morning
and feel
the warmth
of the first ray
on my palm.
there is always
a beginning
to begin with.
now, there is
another.
the first drop
of the rain
i expose my
tongue to taste
a blessing
from heaven.
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