Wind rustled leaves kiss
softly in the morning sun,
whispering wishes.
Good mornings, hellos,
Tranquility in my days,
sun filled warm greetings.
Smoke wafting gently
through the crisp, early sunlight.
Steam come from my cup.
Flutters, feathered wings,
some covered in bright sky blue,
some brown and some red.
Brightly, singing songs
to me from their wooden homes.
Today will be good.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC
Wind rustled leaves kiss
softly in the morning sun,
whispering wishes.
Good mornings, hellos,
Tranquility in my days,
sun filled warm greetings.
Smoke wafting gently
through the crisp, early sunlight.
Steam come from my cup.
Flutters, feathered wings,
some covered in bright sky blue,
some brown and some red.
Brightly, singing songs
to me from their wooden homes.
Today will be good.
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