ode to morning

By seannelson

Thu, 29 Sep 2011
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Morning is when
the hopeful sun
inches over
the somber blue mountains,
when violins dance in the mind,
love stirs in the heart,
spirit stirs in the legs,
and life seems good...
even life's dregs

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Submitted by ScoZen on
I liked this sean. Perhaps a Cajun tune to stir the legs is in order.
ScoZen