King of the Universe
Who teaches song birds how
to glide
over edges of frosted grass
etching poesy
into starlit moons
and seas…
where gulls find oyster cups
and me
eating crackers
scribbling away
as I arise to decorate my morning with little pearls
Beautiful!
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Magical.
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Thanks:)
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