Caelan Rowan McCuen
A poem about encounters in the darkness of early morning mist.
The world stirs at the touch of dawn’s earliest light, filtering in sideways through morning mists, and the first breeze comes like a pleasant, waking sigh. So breath and movement awaken as dawn’s veil grows thin, and all life begins a new song.
A poem about loneliness and hope.
A poem about a weathered will harboring a buoyant soul.
A poem inspired by the power of fragile beauty.
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