Sunday Morning
written by: Dan Leicht
@Deeliopunk
Silent. Morning in an old log cabin
Alone. Once bustling
Time for friends has come and gone
Calm. Swift breeze rustles bare branches
Awake. Once dreaming
Green buds sprout towards the yellow sun
Still. Tea kettle whistles on a hot stove-top
Alarm. Once pondering
Day starts anew
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