In the early morning, the sun rising
Overhead, a brink of hope lies on the tide. A good day chosen to our surprising, Embarking on a journey, along for a ride. Trusting our guide, we pray for a good time. Time willfully passing, fighting against it, The motor humming, like a nursery rhyme. Click here to read more of Sonnet.
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