*
.
I could never tire
of the ceaseless songs
birds deliver to my days
.
I could fall thinking heavy
scenarios that will not fit
the play is different today
.
it is me it is you and the
liveliness we are dipped in
you may be cold numb
.
is transitory this is all
ready to be set
aflame
.
.
.
.
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Thank you!!!
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Your posts are wonderful to read early in the morning. They remind me of some one I once knew…
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Glad you like them and they bring you joy. Have many beautiful mornings…
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lovely π
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Thank you π
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Hi Anna! Thank you for liking our blog – great to see Mouthy has an international fan! This is such an early-morning-brightness, revitalising poem, thank you for sharing it!
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You are welcome. Glad to be a fan of yours. Happy this poem is powerful in the mornings, I’ve been a night owl and I’m discovering only recently the magic of mornings…
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Very nice
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Happy you like it
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