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i woke to my heart fluttering this morning the taste of dreams the weight of old gray skies i resolved to let it go that memory that rose i went up to the roof to see
the sunrise comes in its own good time over the mountains and through the black and blue and white clouds of dawn the air is charged with change try to ride out the uncertainty sip your coffee and be at peace
the sun creates a space for us to gather together to enjoy each other to build up the greater good let our leaders be like the sunrise let the mystic poets guide us
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the sunrise is humble it is a gift to all even as it overcomes the darkness and quietly burns away every fear and repairs the errors of the night
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sandhill cranes in the morning feasting on gold and silver stretching to the horizon and reflected in this pond i hear their strange exultations declaring cash for poems
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