Melody of broom scratch

Dusty brown and cool splash

Holding on to the sheet lash

Dawn of the new

When the heart

Is free to fly

And crawl with ease

Free to laugh

And love with ease

Free to live

For trust and care

The dawn of air

Smells with dried day

And water romance

Beautiful like red-brown

And firm holding

The dawn of life

Spew with each morning.

By Minstrel

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