each morning, early
I taste the day
cool on my tongue,
go out feel the earth
let it touch my face,
talk to the cool air
make it my friend,
and bow low to the sun
bathe long in the rain
feel contentment
for this is my day
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© Graham R Sherwood 03/22
How can I tell you, all the things inside my head? A poetry diary
What a wonderful start. I feel this.
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