Sometimes I think
The only real life
Is the life of the morning
Beginning again
The freshness the new light-
How many mornings have I walked
After shul
In happiness beyond happiness
Singing talking thinking dreaming
Beginning again?
the life of the morning yeah; beginning of the day shining time of the sun opening time of the fair heart of the dark world opening eyes time of the human thinking........//
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Morning is the beginning of the day and in a way beginning of life itself for the day. A beautifully conceived inspirational poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.