Flowers Of The Morning. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Flowers Of The Morning.



Sit down in the middle of the meadow, amongst the flowers of the morning. Refreshing your soul under the sun. The road is open to us all. Time is precious spend it wisely as it slips away from us.
Michael Cochrane © 2023

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