When Morning Finds Its WingsWhen Morning Finds Its Wings
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When Morning Finds Its Wings
Beneath the woven reach of winter’s lace, A tiny pulse of life adorns the morn; Soft sunlight slips across the open space, And paints the quiet hour newly born. You rest where brittle branches meet the blue, A spark suspended in the cooling air, As though the sky itself has summoned you To show how …