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Short morning poem
May. 17th, 2023 07:54 amcracked limbs,
strained bones
but light comes through
warming fire grows
hope on horizon,
of a land
under receding storm
Soon to see new lives born
strained bones
but light comes through
warming fire grows
hope on horizon,
of a land
under receding storm
Soon to see new lives born
