The Morning Spell
Birds sing the first song of the day
Quiet solitude
like a hollow mood
sooths
Rays display various shades and hues
Wet dew
Crisp!
Fresh elixir
Bliss
Light mist
sniff
Can u smell it?
A new beginning
The Morning Spell
Birds sing the first song of the day
Quiet solitude
like a hollow mood
sooths
Rays display various shades and hues
Wet dew
Crisp!
Fresh elixir
Bliss
Light mist
sniff
Can u smell it?
A new beginning
cynthiakehl commented on The Morning Spell
06-26-2009
07/18/2009
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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