This Morning

Posted on by T. Maxwell-Harrison 
This Morning,
rising suns,
setting nightmares,
watercolour clad steel skies.

"Morning, dearest."
"As to you as to me."
Feel the wisp of the breeze so slight,
charade of the previous night,
in all its delight,
gifted mornings.

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