A morning full of joy
When Marigold fields rise
All of a sudden
All at a time,
On a winter day
When the fog disappears
As slow and as late
As the faces that appear,
Complete and content
When the doors need not open
For they come
Out of the fog,
That clears by now
With rays of hope
For all high and low
Elated and not so,
From far inside
From another life
To hold and keep
The moment’s beauty within.
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