Posted by Brad Osborne on February 13, 2022 · 21 Comments
The dawn whispers good morning,
Peeking above the mountain covers…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 9, 2021 · 24 Comments
It is a sad little song,
Warbled in the dawn…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on March 29, 2021 · 21 Comments
Does a sunrise bring more hope,
When it greets you in a place to live…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on March 22, 2021 · 18 Comments
The dawn whispers good morning,
Peeking above the mountain covers…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 18, 2020 · 26 Comments
The dawn sun cracks the horizon,
Whispers words to wake the world…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 5, 2020 · 20 Comments
It is a sad little song,
Warbled in the dawn…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 30, 2019 · 2 Comments
Forever it has been just dawn
The glowing horizon of promise
The faint hues that portend
The first ray of sunshine
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Posted by Brad Osborne on June 18, 2019 · 1 Comment
It’s dark. The only light, the fluorescent glow of the screen. Like a campfire, it cannot reach past where I sit.
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