A NEW DAY

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Hearing first the thrumming on the roof
He knew it would rain most of the day
thin strings of water made perchance by 
Spirits as they lowered the bucket 
to wash earth clean of  its multiple sins
Dawn blushes rising as awakened by Sun
Day break whispers in gentle voice
Awake, awake a new day is born
He rolled over to the side of his bed groaning
Reaching for his early morning
leftover wine.

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Published by lenwilliamscarver

A simple woman of simple means, walking a gravel road on my journey, made stronger by paths taken barefoot, pain endured, and revealed in these writings. Mistakes made some taught a lesson some lessons ignored, now learning to forgive myself.

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