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morning prayer

Let me be like the light. 

Rising early at the start of the day,

steady against the wind



I will dance on water, 

weave myself in and out of wildflowers

dress and bathe and kiss

the earth below me.


to every corner,

reaching places feet will never touch and eyes will never see,

only me.

So I rose before the day

and thought,

today will be mine.

Watch me

feel me 


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