Morning

The night was dark,
held back the draft;
the silence so soft,
that my breath
felt like a roar.

Once more,
I heard
the noisy chirping of birds,
while the sun rose
from the edge
of my everyday universe.

For a bit,
I soared,
my soul so bright,
to blindly follow the light.

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