Morning Thought Poem by dun one
Morning Thought
Trees outside are still
Yet follicles float gently
Searching for a thrill
In an endless romance
Until one meets it’s match
A patch of grass
Or
Your hand
Unless to glide for eternity
Past misty ocean sands
Where footsteps erase into tide
Or maybe
Drift upward
Toward some lonesome mountain range
Caught
Stuck
In the breeze
Far from the busy city streets of SoHo
Far from the multitudes
Far from me
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4/19/2024 9:08:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A sweet and beautiful morning it is.