Take a breath of the morning.
Cinnamon and caffeine.
A new day fresh,
A chance at another way.
Crisp, clean, cold
the feelings, yesterday
so long ago,
compost for our new beginning.
Growing slowly stronger
baby roots take hold.
What is to be resides
in the twists of their turns.
Take a breath deep, and smile
eyes closed, arms wide.
Feel the Sun on your face
growing roots in our souls.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 4:03 PM UTC
Take a breath of the morning.
Cinnamon and caffeine.
A new day fresh,
A chance at another way.
Crisp, clean, cold
the feelings, yesterday
so long ago,
compost for our new beginning.
Growing slowly stronger
baby roots take hold.
What is to be resides
in the twists of their turns.
Take a breath deep, and smile
eyes closed, arms wide.
Feel the Sun on your face
growing roots in our souls.
A new start, a new relationship, a chance for something better
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