Awake

August 1, 2010 | By | Add a Comment

Listening to the rain, I see the first rays of dawn amongst the midst,
as if the morning is awakening the world with a soft and soundless kiss.
And here am I, barely awake and already seeking something for which to strive,
am then truly awakened by the rain, and only then, feel alive.

Category: Poetry, Thoughts

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