It's the promise of the sunrise, is it not,
that pulls us out of bed,
knowing a divine wave
has washed the world
...
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This is a pulsating poem Max. A lovely magical write. Beautifully executed. The read was a delight. Thank you so much for posting it here. Loved it enormously. Love Ernestine XXX
For me it's the alarm clock and the job... just kidding. Yes, M, indeed, much more upbeat as you said; an inspired and inspiring read. love it. t x
There is a religious delight in this poem. I must get up earlier...!