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.
Pen & Paper 
This is beautiful!
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I don’t remember ever commenting on your lovely sentiment about my poem Tears of Morning. It is one of my very favorite poems that I have written. Thank you so very much. Karen 🙂
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