Morning Song

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Birds sing a morning prayer of possibility

A rousing cry crackles in the distance

And that one lone wolf-

-that stands apart from the crowd

sends a trill down my spine,

to the pit of my soul

~

I close my eyes

as the keys catch these words

that I did not find on my own

A gift from a morning song

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