Poem I

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The light of the sun appears in my window

New, distinctive, pure

It gets into my bed and gives me company

A sunbeam plays with my hair,

and I close my eyes for a second, resting

The warm sense of togetherness with myself comes to life

As I embrace the new day.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 19, 2022 ⏰

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