Feb 2013
Spindly arms reach out grasping air.
Swirls of amber, red, and orange.
It seems almost magical.
Dew coats the ground below,
Glistening in the light.
All is at peace.
The dawn sings
Hello
Friend.
Swirls of amber, red, and orange.
It seems almost magical.
Dew coats the ground below,
Glistening in the light.
All is at peace.
The dawn sings
Hello
Friend.
Just a little thing that popped into my head while staring out of my bus' window this morning.
(24/F/Minnesota)
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