Morning
The day started slow again, I woke.
The sun pushed by my window; I spoke.
Yes, my words went out and fell to earth.
Yes, I looked to them, for what it’s worth.
Alas, they’re lost, amongst the dew.
Alas, again I woke, without you.
Copyright © Pax Geist | Year Posted 2019
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