I go every dawn, as the sun wakes from its slumber,
To the Sanctuary.
I do not remember the first time I went, nor why I started going,
To the Sanctuary.
I cannot imagine a time when dawn will find me anywhere,
But the Sanctuary.
I ask you every day before I leave if you will come with me,
To the Sanctuary.
And every day you whisper gently “I have no need –
You are my Sanctuary.”
A beautiful photograph. I am a city girt but I love nature also. Than back to the city. Hugs, Barbara
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Lovely poem.
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Thank you!
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