Shalom Freedman

Gold Star - 16,763 Points (Troy New York)

The Morning Is Its Own Poem - Poem by Shalom Freedman

The morning is its own poem
It does not need my words
The light also.

How is it that one time of the day
Gives us life and hope
while others do not?

The morning is its own poem
And I am here walking in it
And trying to live and hope
Once again.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, May 28, 2012


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