Each day after i rise to face the coming of this one
and i look to my near side and the sun like the others
and the soft yellow light falls in my small warm room
and the shadows mine do, fade away when i look up
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I can't figure out if you are Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, or E. E. Cummings- so I think that you are a little bit of each, with various other poets thrown in for spiciness. The overall effect is wonderful. Keep stirring...(smile)