Tag Archives: morning

The Morning Sun

The day began with the morning sun. That reliable star rise from the sea. An invisible road guides its wheels. The sun knows its proper place. An illusion of motion denies its stillness. It flies with a peace I do … Continue reading

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A Dreamer

A sleeping man wants to rest. Pain from a past breakup ends his brief sleep. His agitated mind churns with images. The night is not long enough for relief. The world spins under a starry sky. Clouds release their burden … Continue reading

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The Rising Sun

Today, I watched the sunrise. I remembered a dawn from long ago. The fading moon has fled the sky again. My eyes reviewed the dome above me. The sky is always beautiful. As a bird called, I looked up. As … Continue reading

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Day and Night

The day was growing long. Night approached quickly again. The sun fought to continue shining. The earth turned away and the darkness grew. Twilight faded and the sun was lost again. The world spins round and round. Daylight was defeated … Continue reading

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The Sun Fades Away

The sinking sun fades into the ocean. Seabirds pause in silence for a moment. The wind is calm and the water still. This mystery is repeated every day. The words of ancient lore call this moment a sacred time. I … Continue reading

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This Morning

My day began with a shout from the radio. The curtains replied with a shudder. The bed awoke and vomited me to the floor. My fantasy continued to expand all day. Inspired by the creative energy around me, I imagine … Continue reading

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A Touch of Pain

I felt a touch of pain this morning. My hopes collapsed in a wall of rain. A flood swept away my life. I began to regroup and find new hope. I hate to see the wrongs of life. I felt … Continue reading

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