Morning Chill - Poem by shane nolan
There is something about
the morning chill
that greets me every morning.
there is something about
the way it whips my face
that refreshes me every morning.
A cup of tea, a piece of bread
is a good way to start the day.
while relaxing in with the morning chill
how it greets me everyday.
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