The Morning Spell

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    The Morning Spell

    Birds sing the first song of the day
    Quiet solitude
    like a hollow mood
    sooths
    Rays display various shades and hues
    Wet dew
    Crisp!
    Fresh elixir
    Bliss
    Light mist
    sniff
    Can u smell it?
    A new beginning

     

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    cynthiakehl commented on The Morning Spell

    06-26-2009

    lovely description of the morning,...you use such great imagery in your writings! tanks for the wonderful feeling this gives :*

    abbadejuju

    07/18/2009

    tanks sis!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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