The Wave of a Magic Fan
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I caught a glimpse of a sunrise.
Pale magenta cast by the sun on gray skies
The cool air of early morn seemed to be my prize.
The creamy white blossoms on moon flower did apprise.
I did not want to go back inside.
Chores faced me there besides.
Life should be more appealing.
Like seeing the small things in life come alive
The kitchen needed some cleaning.
Breakfast needed my hand.
If only it could be handled by screening
Or by the wave of a magic fan
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2023
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