The soft rose creases across the sky
Revealing clouds and blue
Painted with gentle strokes
Etched into memory
An awakening of not only earth
But of birds, wind, animals
Soft flowing tossing me
Gently awake to possibilities
Gone from another time
Quieter within the arms of a
Deck chair awakening with
A fog, or the baptism of mist
Waiting for the song to burst out
Transforming the world of peace
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