THE FROST OF DAWN
silently cold comes
against the blues of friday
…love, lonely sinking
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TREES
nature breathes, sweats rain
I am in awe by window
views of my garden
THE FROST OF DAWN
silently cold comes
against the blues of friday
…love, lonely sinking
***
TREES
nature breathes, sweats rain
I am in awe by window
views of my garden
Outer spaces spur inner graces. – mh clay