Early Morning

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    Early Morning

    The silence of  early-morning.

    The feeling of endless time.

    The excitement of something coming.

    The fear that nothing will.

    The dreams that float like ghosts.

    All forgotten in the comforting embrace of nothingness. 

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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