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Morning Walk

When I was a voyeur,
I stole out into unpeopled calm.
There was innocent dawn and her choir,
sounding her half dreaming tongue,
stretching cool fingers to touch guiltless earth;
trusting, naked.

I do not know how long I marveled in beauty’s wake,
Or what ticks I laid hidden in the grass on my return.
Written by hgnichols (Harry Nichols)
Published
Author's Note
Sorry I’ve been away! I’ve been focused on my new EP. Here's one inspired by a morning walk.
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