Autumn River Sunrise Triptych
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The morning light, the taste of tears, The unseen sun, the feel of frost Against your face up to your ears. The morning light, the taste of tears, The sounds of things that no one hears Like ships out on the ocean tossed, The morning light, the taste of tears, The unseen sun, the feel of frost.
To feel is to live.
What a beauty, Jonathan. And a feeling.