she wakes at dawn
no yawn
just grace
sweet fawn-like face
abides in singing
confides
daybreak dreams
comingles what she brings
soul
with solar beams.
in times of rain
rain falling down
among the puddles on the ground,
this angel child with naked toes
ponders where each raindrop goes
with hand extended,
upturned face
receives
one answer only
grace
Jewniquely Myself 
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Oh this is SO beautiful.
Thanks so much for reading, Lorraine!
Beautiful 🙂 ❤
Thank you so much!