In the morning...
In the morning thinking much -
this and that and such and such...
Warm my hands before the heat -
twirl my toes and twist my feet...
All alone and dreaming raw -
soul that searches for the core...
Little words that mesh and meet -
match and make a line complete...
Hands that hit the letters light -
heart that hurls a layered sight...
Morning musings sweetly sway
as breakfast brings a brand new day...
Joy Weare,
24th June, 2011.
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