morning welcomes memory
the light of recognition
firing up the patterns
for the day
to read
to write
to dream
of scattered kisses
hugs and strawberries
and cream
imagination
sketching in paradise
soft smooth graphite
caressing paper
with sweeps and swirls
of messages minds
cannot encompass
without the filter of
their souls.

Midnight Clarity

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