The Mornings Touch
.
Dreamy in these woodlands
quiet and soothing
the mornings touch of light
the cool beginning of day
old crunches
because no one has been
‘cept i
No coverings have i
and my feet to the touch
thank me
My arms with sheerness
my heart with extreme joy
my mouth with jubilation
utters out with a great cry
JEHOVAH
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2009
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