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Waiting For The Sun

I let her have my lonely, hopeful prayer,
waiting and whispering for the familiar, fair light to fall upon me.
Her grace flows as she surrounds me,
gentle balm to my beating, weeping heart,
and I beat the sky in the race to raise daylight,
as she arrives, enchanting and without exasperation.

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