This is the poem that runs
in the dark,
That rises from the deep,
Because dreams come from deep sleep,
Because dreams wash the day away,
And when the anger is washed away
From the day's pain lessons.
This is the poem that runs in the light,
No longer holds on to the past day's anger,
Like a flower opening to a new dawn sun...
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