Sunday, October 11, 2009

Y/Our Morning Song

10/12/09



All the days are new, are they not?
Certainly not to be forgot
For within them lie a certain learning to be taught
Yet neither are they frozen to one spot

That has since past and gone
For what would be the bird's morning song
If it didn't allow itself to move along?
Certainly nothing worthy of the cracking of dawn






Copyright (c) Divine Love c/o Michael Mayer 2008

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