Comfort
The color of dawn’s early light upon earth's new awakening to begin another day
It happens when a balloon burst without warning from an over the limit amount of air pressure
It sounds like the steady chirping of crickets heard loudly on a quiet summer’s night
And smells like the aroma of fresh bloomed morning glories, often creating a new found energy
Comfort
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Shadow James
Love to read most anything. After a long absence, I'm toying with the idea of writing again.
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This was a beautiful poem to the the tune of a summer evening. I really enjoyed it. Nice work SJ! 😊