Morning walk

The door closes behind us and the air Fresh from the morning star Is sweet upon our faces. The path we walked Before moves from the closing door. Each flower and its leaf adds To the sure belief that this, your world And mine, moves from a single line Whose meaning we can find Within the opening mind. For us the morning holds the gift of air Fresh from the morning star.

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