Morning Delights
Always desire hot French coffee.
In that big, fire engine red mug,
Yes, it truly gives my poet heart a tug.
Me, aromatic coffee, my quill.
Feet,cuddled by a warm rug.
Thoughts of eternal life dance in my head.
Dreams of writing something beauiful.
Instead of being constantly witty.
That is, I think a loss and a pity.
Life~ a cornicopia of God's beauty.
July 22, 2020
8:15 am. PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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