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The Ordinary Word
Every morning
the ordinary world awakens
under the magenta vault of the extraordinary sky every morning old beliefs re-awaken blind to the presence of infinite possibilities if you get up on the edge of time you catch a glimpse of a lingering dream waiting to be lived then the old sky closes in confident in its habit to spike potential every morning the ordinary world demands its daily feed like a tortoise shell the ordinary world straps itself to your back and says "I'm the one you need."Kristina1 Comment-
Wow, this is excellent! I love the imagery of the last stanza especially.
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