in the grey morning I rose
and tiptoed out the room
and down the stairs
unlocked the heavy door
quietly pulled it open
and stepped lightly
over the threshold
and out into the dawn.
this is when
the world is born
and all I ever long for
is found under my
naked feet
toes on damp grass
remnant of the nighttime
dreams encased in dew.
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