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Monday, June 14, 2010

The Morning Angel

White wings of the morning angel
gathers dew drops as she prepares
the flowers to greet first light.

She awakens each bud with a kiss,
nudging them to raise their petals to the sun,
and whispers today is your day to bloom.

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