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I create anew, each day as the sun lightens, lightens;
slowly but surely as the fuzz grows from a peach.
Rise with new reason and smile at life's decor;
ambitious moments of solitude,
humble twine that ropes my days in place.
Soft beginning of cliff diving into the morning.
The candle is lit and I spring from the warmth of my dreams.
As the nights funeral ends, I sigh.