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in the still
that is your morning
do you drift on yesterday
as your coffee cools –
do you linger
for a while
with pieces
oft forsaken –
tho sharp the edges be
do they steal your breath
and leave you
with a smile
sometimes
my best intentions
are just reminders of the past
daylight spun to corners
in my mind
til the lure
of presence binds me –
to the place where living waits
tethered by a moment
of divine
. . .
Love this one ❤️ Beautiful!
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your thoughts here… starts me every morning
sometimes eerie, surreal… how you make one feel you were there
me