Poetry Of The Day

I was born in the morning of the world
so I know how morning looks.
Morning looks like people look
like a sea waiting for ships
like a cornfield waiting for corn.
Morning looks like any strong beautiful wanting.
There is your morning, my morning, everybody’s morning.

Carl Sandburg

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