In early morning
the city’s breath is fresh
Inhaling is like
breathing hope
the rushing breeze
soothes my eyes
brushes the pain away
rekindles my imagination
reminds me of my soul
In early morning
the city’s breath is fresh
Inhaling is like
breathing hope
the rushing breeze
soothes my eyes
brushes the pain away
rekindles my imagination
reminds me of my soul
I love the simplicity
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Thank you. 🙂
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getting up in the morning, can be quite a surprise
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Liked that…truly awesome.
Sharing on twitter.
🙂
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