Sunday, 11 December 2016

Morning Stroll


Sweet bliss, the joy my heart does feel
As I breath the fresh and dewy air
And birdsong dances on my mind
Relieving thoughts along the way....

A carpet of bronze and gold and green
Softened now by season's toll and 
Cushions my path lest I drift
Into quicker pace and spoil the dream

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