Shadowed morning
Meeting half open eyes
Standing in two worlds
One comes into view
The other fading
Longing to stay
Holding ghostly tendrils
Dreams already forgotten
Maybe they will return
After the day runs it’s course
Stoic Poetry
Waking
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 