Saturday, February 2, 2019

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Morning is a pile of ashes, half dreams remain, not to trouble
but usher in the dawn.
sleep that ever evasive friend
runs away to new pastures to count his black sheep.
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Richard D Remler 09 February 2019

this is quite good and I can relate to it. I like the imagery, it fits the narration well. Somber but meaningful. Nice work. tfs

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Dr Antony Theodore 02 February 2019

so saying my morning prayers, glad to be alive, lighting another candle, adding to my days, and wonder why worthier men have died. all wonder....... every morning is a gift that God is not yet tired of me........ thank u dear poet for your wisdom. tony

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