Silver Lining

It’s the same old town,

but the day feels new.

The leaves linger on the trees,

waving as the morning wanders around the corner,

and the world harvests her hopes and dreams,

as blessings break through gloomy clouds and fall to Earth.

The day feels new,

and I understand her.

My heart sings of second chances,

and the silver lining of the morning sky.

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