Night will end.
Dawn will come.
And the fingers of the Sun
Will touch your face
As if for the first time
and lift your chin
and whisper the words:
“Begin again.”
Dawn’s Whisper

For My Own Soul.
Night will end.
Dawn will come.
And the fingers of the Sun
Will touch your face
As if for the first time
and lift your chin
and whisper the words:
“Begin again.”
Beautiful poem!
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