Morning DewA Poem by"To travel your ways that only you can reach is a gift. Only this gift belongs to just you."
Flying
In no certain direction Leaping In all of life's sections Stepping Onto platforms far and near Dancing To all that isn't so clear Turning In rhythms like orchestras Humming Along feverishly to all the sonatas Blinking But not closing my eyes Hiding But not yet in disguise Channeling Thoughts long overdue All the while Dipping my toes in the sun's morning dew. © 2012Author's Note
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