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through a door
J. Scott Smith
through a door open to morning
there
shines a ray of gold
and from this portion
grows a brilliant hour
of day
creeping out of the corner
hidden more now
by the light
is my only night fear
companion
growing
smaller, back to it's place
in my eyes radiance lives
in my ears bells are ringing
singing
all creation evolves
around here changing
shaping my only world
through a door open
to morning
there
shines a ray of hope
from this thing
nature springs
a different, better way
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