Opening A Boring Morning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Opening A Boring Morning



Ripping apart a once boring morning, now opening
it up to a great time of dancing, laughter and
fun.

Nothing getting in the way of our lives, leaving
behind all the strife and turmoil, giving it up
for the beauty of music.

It enlivens our minds and bodies, picking up our
moods and spirits, taking us soaring forever into
other atmospheres away from earthly life.

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