Good Morning
I squint into the light of the rising sun.
The coolness of the morning refreshes the world.
I can smell the moist earth and freshly mown grass.
The birds are busy and their songs fill my ears.
The breeze blows the morning around my head.
I step into the building and suddenly my good morning is gone.
Kevin J. Curtis
I squint into the light of the rising sun.
The coolness of the morning refreshes the world.
I can smell the moist earth and freshly mown grass.
The birds are busy and their songs fill my ears.
The breeze blows the morning around my head.
I step into the building and suddenly my good morning is gone.
Kevin J. Curtis
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