poem morning
by Anne Kronenberg
morning
The angel gave
of your dreams,
let your soul speak,
is still on your bed.
trust him to even spend the day.
This beautiful poem fluttered in my mailbox this morning (Thanks Chris :-). In this sense
wants a beautiful and relaxing day
Nora
by Anne Kronenberg
morning
The angel gave
of your dreams,
let your soul speak,
is still on your bed.
trust him to even spend the day.
This beautiful poem fluttered in my mailbox this morning (Thanks Chris :-). In this sense
wants a beautiful and relaxing day
Nora
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