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Kindfulness
To hear the crunch of toast in my mouth.
The sound of a bee buzzing.
The chatter of morning birds.
To taste the mix of butter and honey on that toast.
And English Breakfast tea in my big tea stained cup.
To see the sun rising above trees dressed in their best outfits.
The birds flying somewhere in search of food or just a nice vantage point.
And to think, there was a time when all that beauty could not stop me from wanting anhilation.
What a crazy mixed up world.
Beauty and ugliness locked in a permanent dance.
The sound of a bee buzzing.
The chatter of morning birds.
To taste the mix of butter and honey on that toast.
And English Breakfast tea in my big tea stained cup.
To see the sun rising above trees dressed in their best outfits.
The birds flying somewhere in search of food or just a nice vantage point.
And to think, there was a time when all that beauty could not stop me from wanting anhilation.
What a crazy mixed up world.
Beauty and ugliness locked in a permanent dance.
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The morning finds me at peace.Who know what the rest of the day will bring.
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Yesterday 8:56pm
Yesterday 9:00pm
You my dear crimson were the inspiration for this mornings effort from the back deck.
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Yesterday 10:17pm
Yesterday 10:45pm
Thank you for the A+.
Sometimes the less thought that goes in the finer the works.I think artists call it the 'flow' perhaps I was in a 'dribble'...😁
Sometimes the less thought that goes in the finer the works.I think artists call it the 'flow' perhaps I was in a 'dribble'...😁
