Feb26

California Notebooks, January 2014

Posted on February 26, 2014 by anna mosca

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I could never tire
of the ceaseless songs
birds deliver to my days

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I could fall thinking heavy
scenarios that will not fit
the play is different today

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it is me it is you and the
liveliness we are dipped in
you may be cold numb

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is transitory this is all
ready to be set
aflame

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reasonablyenraged on February 26, 2014 at 4:22 am said:

Reblogged this on Panda's Adventure.

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- anna mosca on March 10, 2014 at 8:10 am said:
  
  Thank you!!!
  
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Paul Goldfield on February 26, 2014 at 6:47 am said:

Your posts are wonderful to read early in the morning. They remind me of some one I once knew…

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- anna mosca on March 10, 2014 at 8:11 am said:
  
  Glad you like them and they bring you joy. Have many beautiful mornings…
  
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vgarrison77 on February 27, 2014 at 1:17 am said:

lovely 🙂

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- anna mosca on March 10, 2014 at 8:11 am said:
  
  Thank you 😀
  
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mouthypoets on February 27, 2014 at 2:31 pm said:

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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- anna mosca on March 10, 2014 at 8:13 am said:
  
  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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trygvie38 on March 2, 2014 at 4:08 pm said:

Very nice

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- anna mosca on March 10, 2014 at 8:13 am said:
  
  Happy you like it
  
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