Unable to sleep, I stop fighting for what I cannot have.
The pre-dawn breeze through the open window is cold,
Spring needs a winter coat this morning.
A mourning dove is huddled on the edge of the roof,
and sings a cooing song...
calling the dawn.
Slowly, the world catches up and the light returns...
and with the light, glory.
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