Quiet spirits lost in the haze of the new daylight
slowly rising light as the darkness takes on the form of light
wakening the world from it's slumber.
People coming from their rest to the new day that awaits them
A certain sense for each, as they rise from the dreams of nights past
only the present leading them forth into the future
The click of a kettle as it boils
The clink of a spoon as it rests in the cup
Soft swirling colours as the spoon turns stirring the milk into the coffee
The new day is upon us and with it the future calls
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