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A world seemingly unreal
Waits for our eyes to see
As we wander –
Lost or with purpose –
Always blindly
Beauty rises with the sun
And clouds fall below the mountains
The sky opens into day
Spectacular and breathtaking
A world waits
For our notice
As the days unfurl
As the East is reeled back
Into nightfall and endings
A world waits
For us to begin living – Caroline A. Slee