Saturday, April 7, 2012

New Morning













I woke up one morning, with a new pulse, a new rhythm.
I felt different- a sudden importance and want.
There's something new, and I'm in it.
There's something out there, and I'm there.
There's something, but I don't know what it is.
And yet I stand out in the green pasture and look to the sun with
a new smile.

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