Poetic Mornings Poem by David McLansky

Poetic Mornings

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How extraordinary it is to sit in the quiet of the morning light,
Reading the poetic creations
Of my friends from around this vast globe, While sipping orange juice poured over ice..
How extraordinary to find fine minds of delicate thoughts, brave hearts who share my compulsion to scatter word creations to a world of strangers.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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