Each Morning
Fog of the waters,
birds in chirp,
skies of deep blue,
and grass laden with dew,
Buses drive by,
stopping for children,
shops start to open,
children start mopin',
The sun starts to rise,
as we ready the coffee,
making breakfast- well- fast,
today, this morning...
Copyright © Gracelyn Mims | Year Posted 2013
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