I woke to their singing

like lounging by the river

a fresh morning dew

preparing us a sky as blue.

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This isn’t just remembering

more holding truth to who we

are when a cloudy mind reflect

upon a gentle swaying we select.

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Last night heard words ringing

soft reminders why we are now

Inside lovely dreams, a fantasy

in strength settling a symbolic sea.

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I lay in bed awaiting a morning sun

gray skies gifted me a gentle breeze.

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©️Thom Amundsen 4/2021

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