A Light Morning Touch πŸ˜πŸŒ¬

Short poem inspired by the morning air breeze

Cold air brushing against the skin

The breeze could feel like a new thing

Light velvet feathering upon him

You leave the window open

That’s how the chill gets in

Laying on your stomach

A time for bedtime flexing

Falling asleep while the air gets work in

Chanda Demi West

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