Awakened on a new day.
Fresh spirit, eyes clear.
The weight lifted, a landscape bathed in gold.
Air fresh from the season’s first rain, perfumed with fragrant sage.
Leaves cleaned of summer’s dust, Autumnal sparkling.
Moss revived, reborn, like my spirit, soft and green.
Beutiful, Chelsea!
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Thank you, Chris!
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I adore the last two lines of this poem, Chelsea. Very crisp writing! meh
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Thank you! I’m glad you like it!
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As seen in the previous post, Chelsea you not only write well, but also recite the poem beautifully.
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Thank you for reading and listening 😊 I have been thinking I should record this one as well
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