Taking on the serenity of morning,
That first glimpse of the day
Before sullied by things to be done;
To simply ‘be’
In that moment
Suspended in time and space
Quiet and refreshed.
Alone,
Breath steadied and deliberate,
Still.
Running in the slow lane
I wish I could get up earlier…
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It’s the best time for me to write poetry but I’m back to working in school from Monday so won’t get as much written.
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