My soul awake
does render forth
its love.
It streams through
me to reach
beyond the stars.
It says, I’m here
to live enamored
with it all.
Epiphany within
the hands of
morn.
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My soul awake
does render forth
its love.
It streams through
me to reach
beyond the stars.
It says, I’m here
to live enamored
with it all.
Epiphany within
the hands of
morn.
The joy of the morning. Great poem
The joy of you!