Have you met the morning sun?
Not between the slats of the blinds,
But stepped outside
and kept it company for the rise?
Have you shaken hands with its rays?
Murmured gratitude and thanks,
Full of love and in utter
Awe and wonder at its glow?
Have you felt its golden warmth?
Letting it shine like silk –
Softly, so softly on the skin
For a moment, just a moment,
No time but now, nowhere but here.
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Watching the sun rise from the horizon is like being let in on a secret. Let's try to catch one this week.
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