98: Good Morning.

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Morning sun heat coming to stay,
warming the coldness from the night.
Birds chirping from branches up up and away,
unafraid of the highest of heights.

Back into the once known,
a place where I felt safe.
Here in the unknown,
a place where I never feel afraid.

Basking in the once familiar silence,
remembering to smell the roses that lay.
Sinking in a place ever-so timeless,
forgetting to take things slow with each passing day.

Finding peace from within,
clouds revealed a cerulean sky.
Swimming in emotions so paper thin,
better days will come by.

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