Fri, 01/29/2021 - 08:39 -- WyTech

A restless slumber; waking

Prior days anxieties extinguished

Rising is the early Phoenix 

A new day has dawned

Born from the ashes of predecessors

Progression through past failures

Ones’ life is their own

As intense as the early sun rise

Mellow yet growing in profoundness

Ones high time will come if they will it

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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