The morning air smells fresh and clean
after The midnight rain
The wind blows through my hair
As the chimes ring out their sweet refrain.
On my steps I sit in contemplation
As the gentle breeze kicks up a burst of inspiration
Bringing back the remnants of my story that remain
In the innermost recesses of my mind.
I was inspired to write this poem, while sitting on my steps enjoying the morning breeze and the sweet song of my windchimes. I sang a melody as it came from the depths of my soul. The song morphed into the poem above.
Blessings,
Ann
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Beautifully done
Thanks.