Wisps of sunlight streak across the sky,
Glow of the morn is hope to mourned depths of a night,
Evanescing shreds of the dark, lost to the day,
The glow , an uplift for the weary neurons, to the body,
Smiles the leaves, glowing , still wet from yesterdays rain-shower,
All nature aglow with life , a mornings gift...
(poem by Pc-3 , 10/13/2024)
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