Poetry (words)


I love the morning. Before the traffic starts, before the world wakes and turns on its TV and radio. The birdsong is so beautiful. For once it would be nice if nobody hit the power button and bathed in the stillness for a while. Just once that the race to be heard could be postponed. 


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