Morning

Bare feet carry her softly down the corridor. Gentle curves displayed through thin cotton, translucent in the glow of the early morning sun, bursting over the horizon, chasing away the last vestiges of night.

Coffee scent begins to fill the air. Hot steam, mixed with jasmine billows from the bathroom.

The freshness of a new day, aches to be appreciated.

Because I needed to write something different. ๐Ÿ™‚

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Author: agw

Amateur poet and writer who aspires to write more...

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