We wake up every morning
And the new day is there,
It is there for us in its wonder.
Just like a blank canvas,
A blank canvas waiting,
Waiting for the colours,
The colours of our Spirit
To paint this brand new day
With the beauty of our life.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Every new day gives us a day of wonder and glory.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
A fine write Gold, but oh woe, KP always puts a big black smudge on my day - on every day in fact! lol.
Thanks Orchi, send KP on holiday somewhere like Timbuktu then.
Andy
But wait, I forgot - I never see her 99% of the time - she's always at the botox clinic. lol.
Love the idea of each day being a fresh start. A great write.
It is so true Tom and I have had very many new days in my long life and each of them is a fresh start.
Andy
my smile started to form even before I began to think about typing a few words of appreciation and praise .. Neville
Smile away Neville, I smile as I arise each new day.
Andy
Lovely work dear Andy may your days always be painted in happiness and colour. 🤗
Thank you Teddy, my days are always colourful and happy, I hope yours are the same.
Andy
A masterpiece in the making each day. 😉👍
Thank you AP, each day I get up is wonderful.
Andy
This is absolutely beautiful.Well done,
Most kind David, thank you.
Andy
Beautifully written..
Most kind Dayena, thank you.
Andy
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