Before Dawn Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Before Dawn
My fingertips are cold
From the many times of washing them
In freezing water
Hoping to wake up with another cup of coffee
Before the morning rises
And anyone else
Rising from the cold, a form of rebirth. A timely and fantastic verse, LeeAnn,
That quiet time is perfect for saluting a beautiful new day. Love this poem, LeeAnn!
Before the morning rises.... meaningful.... thanks for sharing... LeeAnn..
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 6:18:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Too cold weather that much lulls every one to sleep more...of course looks dull without the sun..and another cup of hot coffee will certainly wake you up to bring back your frozen fingers to normal...kudos friend...cute amusing write..liked a lot