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A Morning Air
Walking in the freshness,
the morning air is sweet,
the sky; some sort of color
of leftover night,
saving the last dance for me.
the morning air is sweet,
the sky; some sort of color
of leftover night,
saving the last dance for me.
Published 22nd Nov 2014
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Anonymous
22nd Nov 2014 3:38am
Nice write.. thanks for sharing..
Dave
Dave
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23rd Nov 2014 7:03pm
The morning with a trace of leftover night. The lost are found. Just breath deeply, and it all clarifies. Thanks Pishashee.
24th Nov 2014 7:24am
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