Look at me not with eyes of yesterday
For anew I am born
Each glorious morn’
And I shall not be the same tomorrow
As I am today
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Frank Solanki 
So true! We are a changing bit by bit everyday!
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Beautiful.. 🙏🏻😇👌🏻
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Short and sweet.
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This is SO true! May we always remember this each morning.
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Aho😊
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What a lovely little poem to wake up to this Vernal morn.
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