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Morning Sings
I alone in golden rays I
own,
sown are seeds of yester.
Pestering thoughts
caught out in light,
my sight wants no notice.
Float this past upon a breeze
and dashed away to naught,
forgotten.
Once upon another rhyme
time ago I shared this sun
one with one, another.
Other dreams it seems were held
Meld with time,
to brand new dayz - a haze.
Past memories hover,
covered by new hopes and dreams.
New futures gleam.
Dawning come new visions,
decisions yet to make.
Taking chances on a dream
that teems with twinkling light.
In sight new goals, new roles to play,
today though nothing pressures.
Measure of my pleasure,
crimson treasure in my mind.
Blind to other shiny things.
Morning Sings.
W.A.Mogollon
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