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This Morning

In the morning
My path stretches
Desolate
A chain of hours

Down here
In the rut I’ve worn
With these feet
Placing the same steps
Mindfully
As long as I have lived

My mind is like a wound
That I am training
To be a smile

Gently
Faithfully
I search for signs that
Any sign that
I am

Glancing eastward

At the coming rain
Embedded in these
Advancing dark
Clouds

Barely visible
Rainbow
Symbol of
Forgiveness
Hope, and
A new day.

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