Words from Rian
Tuesday, 24 September 2013
A Sunrise Stroll
Dew-kissed toes
in permeable plimsolls
as morning's coffee breath
collides against my neck.
The wrens cheerfully chirp
to my trudge through leaves to work,
a bracing halcyon blush;
I embrace my morning rush.
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