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rain taps my window
echoing through memories
graveyard with damp grass
I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth.
Does rain’s sound trigger any memories for you?
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cold morning
rain gently taps
the day awakens
the morning darkness
this unwelcome wakefulness
morning quietude
early morning
pen upon paper
leaf’s motion caught
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Wishing you a good morning, an engaging, soul redeeming day, and a refreshing weekend.
New light birthing
Embracing the firs
The birds still rest
It’s Monday morning. Are you ready to face the week? Well,I’m rooting for you!
​The morning’s progress
Resisting the snooze alarm
Listening to birds
​Slowly waking
Against my will
For life’s demands
Cry out
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In the morning gloom
Daylight still fighting the clouds
The flowers don’t care
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 