A morning sun, peering through darkening clouds
\nA promise of a new beginning, amidst storm shrouds
\nThe trill of birdsong, behind thunder, cowed
\nA new day, drowned, yet moving on, though not in fashion bold.<\/p>\n
One voice, many speakers, more speeches, no message
\nOne message, but nary one listener, – speech in a wreckage
\nDark thoughts, like the clouds \u2013 a presage
\nOne life to save, amidst many to ignore \u2013 am I a vestige?<\/p>\n
I feel love, the sun warms my being, I live!
\nMany obstacles, for sure, but so much to receive, and give
\nIf this is confusion, my resolve is my sieve
\nTo keep that which matters, lose the baggage \u2013 there\u2019s my reprieve !<\/p>\n
New energy found, I step up, strive on
\nFocused, enlivened, no more confusion
\nMarked, marred, yet unfazed, fresh like the dawn
\nBorn, reborn, I am new again, today\u2019s fawn.<\/p>\n
– Mani<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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