Dead Trees and Ink
A collection of simple musings.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Autumn’s Morn
Dawn fades on the newborn day
Tears of night cling glimmering to emerald tufts of bladed grass
Morning’s breath caresses naïve skins like a forgotten kiss
Life coalesces in this moment, for all is possible
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