Morning Rain
B
Barry Middleton
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it is a baptism to awaken the new born day
a morning rain is falling
teardrops are gently calling
a blushing infant cries out proclaiming life
morning is like a child's moment of confusion
I think of promise
I think of promises made
infinity rises with obligations in a misty light
morning rain nourishes day dreams with hope
possibility awaits
impossibility is banished
in the garden a tender new rose is sanctified
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