Intalian Roast and Significance Revealed
Early morning air
And everything else surrounding me
When winter's soon to settle down
To give us all some time for thinking.
The heart thinks long
In the winter days,
It struggles to relate itself
To everyone and everything
It knows and wants.
Still, it is not that time,
Not on mornings as these
When I can settle myself before the winter
And be satisfied
With a little quiet about me
And the river-breeze upon my face;
Whispers of small wonders
For the taste of next years comings and goings.
1 comment:
Occasionally, I reach that point, where the only happenings I have to look forward to, are those that are unplanned, uncharted and unknown.
The random future that is sure to hold good tidings.
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