The Quiet of the Morning
The quiet of the morning knows no other.
It is tranquility at its finest.
Its mix of “Mother Nature’s best” resides just outside these walls.
The distant sound of traffic gently roars, as agendas spin.
The eventual return to routine beckons you as you sip flavored coffee and read of world news.
Carefully, you return the newspaper to its former self.
Having laid to rest tragedy, triumph and uncertainty, as obligations call.
Should I answer this obligatory summons, or let lethargy take the fall?
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Author:
Dford1 (
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Great job and question.
Thank you, friend.
You are very welcome!
Ah, the perpetual temptations to escape life's daily routines to enjoy nature's beauty and a few extra moments of tranquility!
I can relate to this so strongly!
Very nice, thank you for sharing!
Thank you.
Stop world I'd like to get off for a little while. Nicely done.
Thank you.
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