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This is but a memory

I was up early.
Eagerly waiting sunrise.
I walked on the beach.
Leaving behind my footprints.

No one was up yet.
I had the beach to myself.
I listened to the waves.
And watched the sunrise.

I turn my face upwards.
In thanks to the One above.
For this new day, a gift.
For this glorious sunrise.

This is but a memory.
From my travels stored.
For where home is, none seen.
Sunrise is blocked by houses.

By C.E. Pereira