The Morning Is Its Own Poem
The morning is its own poem
It does not need my words
The light also.
How is it that one time of the day
Gives us life and hope
while others do not?
The morning is its own poem
And I am here walking in it
And trying to live and hope
Once again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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