The day was wholly cloudless.
The open sky was blue.
Dark clouds were far away.
In my mind it was a great day.
I knew that my people were near.
The beginning of each day is holy.
Moments like this are a gift.
I am close to the golden sun.
I find hope in the simplest of signs.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden
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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
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