Morning
I sit on the stoop Cradling a warm cup in my cold fingers
Evening
In the cool air of a summer ‘eve I laid in the grass beneath a low branch And hardly dared take breath And as the sun hid all her light I heard the Queen of the Fireflies speak
I love these. 🙂 So beautiful! Only a beautiful heart full of wonder and glory can write this way. 🙂
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Beautiful, Annie! Felt like I was sitting there with you soaking it all in. Keep writing.
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