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stolen hours
early to rise
i gather impressions
freshly awakened moments
thoughts not yet whirled
slow to connect
all the ions are equal
a bird sings while yeast bubbles
day stretches her fingertips
delicious expanse of life
early to rise
i gather impressions
freshly awakened moments
thoughts not yet whirled
slow to connect
all the ions are equal
a bird sings while yeast bubbles
day stretches her fingertips
delicious expanse of life
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Re: saturday morning
Sun, September 13, 2009 - 11:32 AMsort of like Sunday
I arise thinking
nothing to do
and yet Nature speaks
sounds that endear a soul
compelling me to write
something experienced
about life so fragile
to be totally honest
I’m something
yes, rather than
nothing at all