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The Gift
Expectation in the morning hush
the sun has not yet woken and
silence hangs deep in the air
A sound so soft it almost
steals beyond my ears
but no there it is again
Moving slowly to keep the sleeper
within his cocoon
I venture forth and enter the
morning world
Deep blue depths brush my eyes
as I look to the sky
the last of last nights diamonds fade
I watch towards the edge of the world
and once again I am witness
to rebirth of light
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