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Mornings like these
My heart longs for peace
Craving solitude with every beat
I felt the breeze cling to me
The fire burned
Warming my hands
The warm coffee on my tongue
Mornings like these
Where I hear the trees
I sometimes remember my dreams
Craving solitude with every beat
I felt the breeze cling to me
The fire burned
Warming my hands
The warm coffee on my tongue
Mornings like these
Where I hear the trees
I sometimes remember my dreams
Published 2nd Oct 2024
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- Edited 6th Nov 2024 8:45pm
2nd Oct 2024 8:36pm
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2nd Oct 2024 11:26pm
3rd Oct 2024 4:32am
Dear WT,
This piece makes me think of Emily Dickinson. The surroundings you create in the write and the sensations you describe are terrific. And the closing line is killer. Lovely poem. H🌷
This piece makes me think of Emily Dickinson. The surroundings you create in the write and the sensations you describe are terrific. And the closing line is killer. Lovely poem. H🌷
3rd Oct 2024 5:21am
