Of My Mornings Be
Of My Mornings Be....
of colours,
of greys,
of sad,
start of another day for me.
which is part of my journey be
I ask do these thoughts
ever go away or lift,
or do I escape from inner self.
first of morn;
I don’t plan,
just here!
just there!
but where oh where oh where is here exactly….
Francis Cooper - Mac
Copyright © Francis Cooper-Mckenzie | Year Posted 2020
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