The quiet of an early morning long ago,
somewhere not too awake,
somewhere a little too cold,
found me dreaming of a faraway place.
Poem: Today I long for…
The quiet of an early morning long ago,
somewhere not too awake,
somewhere a little too cold,
found me dreaming of a faraway place.
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