Mornings Song

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Mornings song – sad – slow

Slipping in front of stars

Clouds – color of smoke

Raindrops dripping from my soul

The secrets of despair

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

9 thoughts on “Mornings Song

      1. Great minds think a like (smiles)….I guess he just didn’t get it, but then why the need to tell me all he thought was wrong with my poem. I just don’t get it. I would never do that.

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