mornings (Remove filter)
coffee and me
coffee, me, and no one around
I listen to me, I talk to me, decide life
we imagine, dream, fantasize
some of that is said out loud
some added to my notes
some sent out into the universe
every sip brings me back to earth
and then we go again
Monday 6th April 2020 4:10 pm
Mornings
I adore each morning,
For so content I do feel.
A new day has arrived.
And it does always appeal.
Yesterday troubles
Are now in the past.
So I look to the future.
Those problems have passed.
I do relish the peace,
And this crisp new air,
Feeling all calm and refreshed.
In this world that we share.
So savour each morning.
As it is here every day,
And with it comes freedom,
I am...
Saturday 8th February 2020 8:42 am
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