In The Shadows of My Morning

It’s cold

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Things are frozen.

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The sun is making its way to me.

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It’s a fresh new dawn.

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The light from the window radiates a gleam.

…a gleam on the orange sweetness,

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Fresh squeezed daylight.

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Casting a shadow of my morning.

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Join me, won’t you?

@Heartfelt and Homemade