Listen -
Closed eyes open up
a world of sound
no eye can imagine.
Radio in the other room,
laughter I don't understand.
Construction and car horns.
So much motion,
this morning brings.
In only moments,
the day is a world awake.
A turbulent night
No longer holds.
The morning brings with it,
fresh new light.
Though we start anew,
we bear marks we cannot
hide.
Lines to a story,
awaiting its reprise.
Tragedies and joys
in the making -
the making that makes us beautiful.
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