easy mornings

A start of a new day,
new beginnings.

The fresh smell of bitter coffee,
the gentle breeze,
the wind bringing in the sweet smell of purification
that slowly fills the room.

The sounds of birds chirping on a window seal,
filling the room with joy
while the radio on loud in the background.

The weight of the heavy body
that has now washed away
washed away thoughts on to paper,
now we shall live another day.





I write for my soul

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