Sunday Morning, poetry written by Dan Leicht at Spillwords.com
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Sunday Morning

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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