How bold to have a life
to wake up to
and how inconsequential
our approach
impossibly endowed
by breath’s assumptions
at sunrise.
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Deeply sighed again at sunset.
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Careless to the pinks and
bruised blue streams
painted for adulation
by sky and cloud
dancers.
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Oh! that everyone be
birthed and guided
by an appreciator
sense the patterns
the softening of touch.
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Copyright @2026 Anna Wolfenden