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TITLE: Dawn By yvonne north 06/20/09 |
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It comes, a sudden knowledge of that clammy chill.
Dive under the yielding velvety blankets.
S-h-h... listen, the insect symphony orchestra tune their instruments.
Cocks trumpet reveille.
Cold, hard, concrete meets sleepy reluctant feet.
Oops false start.
One more dip in soft, fluffy warmth.
Quiet pleading with God to wind back time
30 minutes
15 minutes
5 minutes.
His answer:
“Be at peace child; tell me, what your plans are today.”
A bed veil splits.
Golden liquid candle light paints dancing shadow pictures across the wall.
Cerulean beams peek through the window.
At last birds begin to sing praise songs
As they thank The Lord for creating another pristine day.
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