This morn
Is like living
For life, for art, for craft,
And a drizzling yearning
For blessedness,
This morn
Is like flying to Jerusalem,
Where the Bridge has painted
A waking dream
On the river flowing forever,
This morn
Is waking up to the state
Of celebration of life,
an imagery of verisimilitude
There on faces painting childhood,
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