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Morn' Garden

I love the morn' when my sweet garden is quiet, the flowers are still sleeping in their beds; sun has not come yet. I hear the birds melodic calls to each other, truly love the garden when all is still peaceful; but suddenly the sun breaks free, and wraps her arms tight around my flowers. _________________________ June 14, 2020 Poetry/Verse/Morn' Garden Copyright Protected, ID 20-1260-282-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Submitted to the Standard contest, Brian's Select G sponsor, Brian Strand Honorable Mention

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Date: 6/14/2020 11:42:00 AM
Nothing's like the beauty of a morning garden...dew drops on a flower, crystallized by a dawning sun... A fresh write
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Constance La France
Date: 6/17/2020 1:46:00 PM
Arturo, agree, nothing is more breathless than a dew wet garden waiting except a garden after the rain, that is beautiful too _Constance