Sensing Pleasure
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Down in the darkened bowl of earth, looking skyward, awaiting
the birth of a brand new day.
Sensing it's fantastic pleasure, stepping into time with it's
life-giving essence, going on to be whatever's left on the
following day.
To take it up and continue on the way again.
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