The new day

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The new day is sometimes uncertain and vague
sometimes in bright sunshine of promise
and at other times dull and grey, after long obscene nights
of fears that overwhelm my drowsy thoughts.
Sometimes the longing holds my breath
waiting for a miracle that never happens
other times life manifests its most resounding gift
flooding me with graces in a violent gesture.
For that's how this life is, changing like a fan
that unfolds alternately bitter and sweet
As much weeping sours the face as laughter beautifies it.