RebornThe 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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