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The quiet morning hours hung like they were suspended in time so quiet and still The morning fog created a veil that partially hid the moon and muffled the approaching sunrise. The misty cloud wrapped the world in a soft comforter to insulate it from the day, hanging on to memories hidden in the heart. Morning birds sang their songs more softly the light came stealing in, It claimed its place gently and slowly till the fog was no more, The birds voices became more joyful and they begin their day The sky became blue, the moon was gone and the sun was bright I sat there listening as the world came alive. The morning music’s tempo increased sounds became more intense. One by one people begin to go about the business of living. Some to work, some to school and some just to play I sat there listening and I heard the quietness in my heart. The joy was gone, the spark had turn to ashes and it lay there like a dying ember As I sat there I felt that quietness grow until it filled everything. I discovered it wasn’t silence, It was emptiness and I knew what was missing…It was YOU Copyright © 2008 Virginia Rose Jansen |
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