Morning Tendrils (Triolet)
These morning tendrils curl away
and silence cracks ‘neath sleepy feet.
Nocturnal musings gone with day,
these morning tendrils curl away,
each secret breathed is cloaked in gray
in tongues no mortal can repeat.
These morning tendrils curl away
and silence cracks ‘neath sleepy feet.
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2007
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