This morn is like a happy
Stream glittering gay
With a rise if a glorious day...
Sunshine on june and may,
Sunshine on where poems only lay...
And me finds meself perfectly suited
To an indolence happily rooted...
Like...
Sitting infront of a bakers
Having choco tarts with creamy milk shakers...
And a flowery purple vine overhanging
Carrying smell of heavens there banging
To me soul, to me head, to me feet, to me legs...
Like a traveler sipping the morn
Sitting quiet by the indolence never shorn
Of Love, care, happiness, devout rise,
Of songs, pictures, tunes, flowing to the golden warm skies...
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