Impassioned Morn

HE Sunset 4Awakened,
Pure
In
Statued
Form,
I
Wake to
See
The
Passioned
Morn
That does
Erase
All thoughts
Of life
Encased
In my
Forgotten
Strife.
Aware
I know
From whence
I came,
The pastured
Flowers
All
Aflame.
I Am
The night,
The day,
The way.

Alive to
Breathe
My
Heart’s
Refrain.

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