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Jan 7 • General discussion
A Walk in the Morning Sun
Golden light spills across the land,
Soft and warm like a guiding hand.
The world awakens, fresh and bright,
Bathed in streams of golden light.
A gentle breeze hums through the trees,
Carrying whispers on honeyed leaves.
The earth feels new beneath my feet,
Each step a rhythm, calm and sweet.
Dew-kissed grass and petals bright,
Sparkling gems in the morning light.
Birds call out in joyful song,
A melody where I belong.
Shadows stretch but cannot stay,
The sun insists they drift away.
Hope and warmth rise with the dawn,
Another chance, life marches on.
So I walk, unburdened, free,
The morning sun embracing me.
With every step, my soul unwinds,
Leaving yesterday behind.
By Jason Strickland
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A Walk in the Morning Sun
