Poetry, Prose, Symbolism

Tears of Morning

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The world awakes each day,
Wet with tears of morning,
And in the silent dawn,
Upon the earth’s sweet tears,
The world begins a new,
For with the promised sun,
The earth renews its hope,
In life itself,
And dries its tears,
In the morning air,
To begin again,
For what have we,
On this earth so rare,
Is to forgive,
And be forgiven.

 

 

 

 

9 thoughts on “Tears of Morning”

    1. Dr. French, I am humbled and I thank you so much! Sometimes I do think my poetry maybe old world, simplistic and too romantic, but then I have to admit that is how I see the world. It is those rose colored glasses, again. 🙂

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