The Lonely Time
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Barry Middleton
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I cherish early morning,
the lonely time.
To wait and watch the glow,
almost sublime,
rising into the night
until the hour
of sleepy tousled sunrise
and its power.
Morning nurtures hope
lifting the pall
of raveled darker times
that I recall.
Morning is comfort's muse,
the world anew,
and I alone in it
till dawn breaks through.
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