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morning_touching_mountain
blueberries only.

if only i could sleep less,
then i would see the ribbon of dawn slicing the first band of light across the black horizon.

if only i could wake earlier,
then i would see the stars shut their eyes and the moon slip back into the pocket of the fading darkness.

if only i could roll out of bed,
then i would hear the rooster with the sore throat announcing that day has broken.

if only i could rouse my weary bones,
then i would hear the owl's wings pushing against the stillness as it returns from solitary hunting.

morning touches mountain.
touch me.
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