Awareness, arising unbidden
Fragile gossamer mist, born of dew
Night is fading, last dream hidden
Secrets veiled from waking view

Sleep filled eyes, spread the canvas
Upon which the world is painted
Each grace filled brush stroke dances
Upon the virgin day, as yet untainted

Stoic Poetry


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