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My Mornings (Haikus No. 3)

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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Nov 9, 2013
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