Morning
Tugs at your heart
Brings you to a new day
New battles to be fought and won
New dreams
To grow
The sky is full of clouds to kiss
Rise high, feel their embrace,
Feather light their
Caress
Morning
Tugs at your heart
Brings you to a new day
New battles to be fought and won
New dreams
To grow
The sky is full of clouds to kiss
Rise high, feel their embrace,
Feather light their
Caress
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What a beautiful poem of hope, Lorraine!
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Thankyou so much Ingrid
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You’re welcome Lorraine 🙏
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❤️
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