In the early morning, sitting alone
waiting for the world, to wake around me
The lake, a mirror of golden stillness
in the distance
I see the misty dawn, of a new day rising
and I wonder to myself
What dreams of yesterday will come to me
if I dare to live, as if I could not fail
a new life, a new love
That is the miracle of each new season
of each new dawn
that everything may change
if we never let go, of our fondest dreams
Lee



beautiful poetry you have created here.



















48 old applause
