Saturday, September 29, 2012


Morning rain,
Tapping against the glass,
Blurring the world beyond,
Steady lulling rhythm.

Breath in the vapor,
Scent of mint and lemon,
Calm like the evening,
Walk beneath the leaves.

Time to get ready,
Day has drawn its curtain,
The props are in place,
I must be on stage.

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