The smell of coffe in the morning, the dry touch of the morning paper, is what gets me up in the mornings.

With a therapeutic effect, it awakes me.

The day is new and today could be the day to make a difference.

The long cycle to work by the lake.

Despite the fog, the wind has a playful touch in my hair.

I walk in, the odeurs of coconut lingering in the air.

Holding my head high

Take the challenge- repairing errors from yesterday

Poetry by ceciliaviola
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Written on 2006-09-06 at 23:06

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Interesting, Positive.

I Like this write very much