Tanner Brockwell

in the morning, when i shake off the dreams, and what was once an imagining. well there i rest a new found smile. there i wait just awhile, scrunching away the sleep. staring into a brand new day. lithe in motion, a form in a whirl, here and there, the morning ritual. so i wake, to take on the morn. so i wake to wondrous joy.

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