I’m sure of the Sunrise

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In many ways we dream almost golden, the thorns that might arise breaking the nightfall. beyond the need of intelligence or intellect. A flower unveiling petal by petal, knowingly, the day awaits us to the sweet looming light,

Soft timid blooming- press

turning the world around in a spec

that it is the earth’s kindness as she brings

icy lakes, black and white snow

mud piles on the road

journey attending,

as we go …

kindness sister Krissy


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