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  • Galen Warden
    • Jul 24, 2020
    • 1 min read

Spring Rain

Six hours.

The balm of rest

A salve on my brittle, tired mind.

A lullaby patters on my window

Tiny dancers relay

Spring’s promises in Morse Code.

Rest opens up

This day to me

Hope nestled in the hope of spring.

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