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
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.
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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