Second Wind

Sweet sunrise,
On what is to come.
A repacked self,
The undone
is done.
Wearing perfume
And it smells like life,
Inevitable mornings,
In defiance of night.
A whiff of goodness,
And I’m high on sincere,
A long gaze forward
and a present without fear.

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