It Was One of Those Mornings- For Contest
Concaving thought’s that try to escape
They have no substance in the life awake
Like an amoeba a thoughtless form
Trying to manifest in the early morn...
Morning has broken near the wishing well
As the fairies cast their magic spell
Love and sunshine be their quest
And thus invite you as their guest...
Feb.29.2016
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
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