there is a window,
a little way from my house,
framed by buildings and floating clouds,
in the morn i walk to that window,
to feast my eyes on a beauty so bold,
to fill my world with a serenity so true,
i stand for a little while at the window,
wishing i could be there a little longer,
and on my lips play a true smile,
the light fills up the sky outside that window,
and rays cut through every gloomy spot,
bringing all it touches to life,
and its like there is no longer a window,
standing between me and the light,
there is no barrier to stop me from soaring on a solitary ray.
that is the gift of morn,
the gift of 1st light,
the gift of sunrise.
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what a wonderful poem julie!!