Waking up alone…
Much like the sound of early-rising finches without
the distant buffet of street noise
The smell of morning dew without
the sweetness of a freshly-cut lawn
The rise and fall of a chest without
saying anything at all
And yet…
The melancholic pang of heartstrings plucked without
Accompaniment.
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. -Psalms 100:3
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December Rose 
Within and without.
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“The smell of morning dew without
the sweetness of a freshly-cut lawn”
My favorite lines!! 😍 Awessoomee!!
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Haha thank you, Honey!
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