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It’s another morning when the sun is blazing as its rising and I stand there in awe. I stand there in the rising sun.
The night has left me doubting and perplexed; am I making the right decision.
Rising sun speak to this confused one.
I wrote a friend-to-be but I cannot say what I fear.
I wrote an old friend but there’s no answer.
I wrote a new acquaintance, but feel afraid to reach out.
I wrote myself and we cried.
The night gets closer and I am tired and still I work on afraid to stop. I’ll set my clock. The hours drag as I wait for the rising sun.
Till it’s another morning when the sun is blazing as its rising and I stand there in awe. I stand there is the rising sun.
Rising sun speak to this confused one.
Dear D, Wow, I'd forgotten how much we have in common. Lovely photo; K must be in Ca. YF, AA
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