Morning CoffeeA Poem by MarkA good start to another dayTake a breath of the morning. Cinnamon and caffeine. A new day fresh, A chance at another way. Crisp, clean, cold the feelings, yesterday seem so long ago; compost for a new beginning. Growing slowly stronger baby roots take hold. What is to be, resides in the twists of their turns. Take a breath deep, and smile eyes closed, arms wide. Feel the Sun on your face growing roots in our souls. © 2022 MarkReviews
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StatsAuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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