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Somewhere, out at the edges, the night
Is turning and the waves of darkness
Begin to brighten the shore of dawn
The heavy dark falls back to earth
And the freed air goes wild with light,
The heart fills with fresh, bright breath
And thoughts stir to give birth to color.
-John O’Donohue
Nice post. Thanks.
Nice.
The Bills mafia would be proud. Slightly confused, but proud none the less.
I’m not sure when the dawn breaks on covid.
But I’ve seen more dawn break sunrises in the last month from poor sleep.
Great poetry. Thx.
That's a lot better than the sentimental pap someone is chalking on the sidewalks around here. Just don't chalk it on the sidewalk yourself--someone on Next Door will complain to the city and have it removed.
proton