08/07/2004: "Saturday's Quietness"

Do you see the sunrise?

See the morning dew?
Or do you walk past,
walk upon the grass.
The sun holds such a mystery.
Something in the air, the day,
that makes me wonder.
What this dwelling is about?
My soul, my being,
my life, my death.
My decay that just happens,
as the wind sends cold shivers down your neck.
Can we doubt life to be true?

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