Written off the cuff, for Someone

You remind me of the sunrise

Rose, flesh and warm shades

Coming to cold night

And the sight

Thrilling and expectant

Newness and for one

Hopeful and unsatisfied

I wonder which dawn you bring

Is part of lights and days I’ve dreamed.

Never forget; for every bit of glass you step on there is a light. Every dull day meets a bright night. And what awaits us is more difficult, daunting, and wonderful than our overthinking imagines.

By J.W.H Hobbs.

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