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There's something special about the wee hours of morning in a city.
When one walks out the door to a muted rumble,
A cool coastal mist,
Glides across plains of pavement
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A raven sat upon a branch
That reigned above a golden field
Where sunlight lent a golden hue
To yellow grass which swayed and swooned
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A City Morning
There's something special about the wee hours of morning in a city.
When one walks out the door to a muted rumble,
A cool coastal mist,
Glides across plains of pavement
Reminding me
That even in my concrete jungle
Nature hides, not far away.
There's something special about the wee hours of morning in a city.
But this is a city, after all.
The muted rumble draws nearer,
A face passes by, then two, then three.
Oh how I would love nothing more than an hour to sip my coffee,
And chase the truth that slumbers
In the urban crescendo that is
A city morning
But alas, I am reminded of the dubious urgencies that await me
And I turn my thoughts, to more mundane things.
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