Some words from the morning…

From the tender arms of darkness

The morning rises like smoke –

Into nothingness.

Each breathing lung of this cosmic family

Breathes Herself into Herself.

With soft, inviting palms,

The morning offers her sunlight

And clothes each eye

With kisses.

Charlie Chamberlayne

By Charlie Chamberlayne

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