Posted in life, original

New As A New Day

The ghosts of the evening fade

Dawn awakens, stretches its limbs

Twilight yawns its weary, sleepy head

As the sun peeks

New day

New hope

New light

A chance to do and see things in a different way

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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