The poem of the morning
Is the unending joy of music
The life that only it gives
The happiness without question
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Yes, the poem of the morning, for, it has been in the making all thru the night, which when we wake, rises phoenix like.
A very positive write dear poet. Music is a salve for a sad heart.
Reaching deep into a morning's mood the poet brings out music of the soul. Ah fortunate re-connection! So worthy of gratitude! THE FEELING THAT FLOWS AND FLOWS/...ABOVE AND BEYOND IT ALL/...DESPITE OURSELVES/ AND OUR LONELINESS