Morning Breath
I take in the morning's last breath,
it's fleeting hour, surrounded,
by little whispers of thought,
I swear, will lead me to where,
the rivers run too deep,
but, here I am, dipping my feet,
while the rest of the world,
is left
suspended
in peaceful keep.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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