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Poetry and Writings

TOMORROW MORN


TOMORROW MORN ON THIS MORNING OF TOMORROW WITH THE FRESH STEP OF DAWN ACROSS THE DARK WINDOW OF THE WORLD LET US GO AND LOOK LET US SEE HOW THE STRANDS OF NIGHT ARE BURNED AWAY BY THE UPLIFTING MORNING SUN TAKE OUR YESTERDAYS AND BURN THEM AWAY OUT OF THE DARKNESS TO DWELL WITHIN THE BRIGHTNESS UPON THE SLATE OF LIFE ARE BUT STAINS OF THE PAST THAT WILL FADE IF WE SO LET THEM OH TO THE NEW LIGHT OF THE DAY IN THE OPEN PATHWAY REGARDLESS OF THE LENGTH TO THIS JOURNEY WE CAN BE FORTUNATE TO FIND PLEASURE IN SOLITUDE LETTING OUR MINDS WONDER WITHOUT RESTRAINT OR PRESSURE BRING BACK THE TREASURES OF OUR HEARTS OH TO THE CONSTANT FLIGHT DROWNING DAYS IN ACTIVITIES OUT INTO SOCIETY FOR SOCIAL CONTACT THERE IS MUSIC TO LISTEN TO THERE IS BOOKS WE CAN READ THERE ARE DREAMS WE CAN BUILD OH TO REVIVE THE FANTASIES THAT WE SO TOY WITH WHEN WE ARE OURSELVES AND NOT TO THE EMPTINESS AND PAIN WE ALL HAVE STUBBORN WOUNDS WE MUST CONQUER SO WE CAN LIVE IN THE MOMENT TO MAKE THESE PRIVATE MOMENTS MEANINGFUL AND JOYFUL OH TO THE MORN OF TOMORROW I DO SILENTLY REST.


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