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Abstract Figure Painting

Morning in Paradise

Dawn breaks
As the gulls wake
And over their laughter
I see the hawk
Gently riding the morning’s warmth

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I breathe deep
And let the freshness seep
Into the very depths
Of my soul

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The smell of coffee on the deck
The gentle breeze upon my neck
I look up into the deep blue sky
To see my hawk still soaring high
With not one earthly care

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How did God lead me to this place?
Did He see the longing in my face?
That I desperately needed to come to this space?
What did I do to deserve this fate?

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I do not know the why or how
I only know that for now
My life has changed in so many ways
And I don’t bother to count the days
I no longer feel the need to know

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The sun has risen in my paradise…

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