Saturday, September 3, 2011


Through a misty morning, I walk at daybreak
This world stirs, like a sleeping lover
Especially adorable as it awakens
The birds call, piercing the silence
The clouds blush, as the sun kisses them
Everything seems to seek my attention
As if to say, "Look... I am."
And something ancient, yet utterly fresh, begins again. ~Carson Boyd

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