The Morning Solace

Did we wake in peace always to know today is the day is in wonder is happy in play or are we that simple common sort of way whose bounty is beyond our stay. I wonder if time were allowed to replay the moments in our mind when something ran astray could we then believe that in some sort of way our lives might find a newly found way. I do believe that prose has a certain style asking to say the right words with the right lead inside the proper syntax of our play. Yet today, I walk inside a dream of certain imaginative creative sound, to discover everything I have ever searched for is already found.

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