A Morning in the Rough
Aidan Murphy | 2025
Sun streaks paint the morning gold, Birdsong fades, the day unfolds. Laughter ripples, moments fly, Like sand, they sift beneath the sky, Whispers rustle through the leaves, Golden hues the daylight weaves. Stars ignite, the moon takes hold, Another story yet untold, Hold the breath, savor the view, Time’s a river ever new, Let it flow and let it be, Embrace the now, eternally
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