What is it with morning, that fills my being with comfort yet adrenaline rushing?, is it d morning show on d radio box? or d thick uncerntainty that I hv today to box?, but there is smtn special abt morning, the dews steadily falling, on the flower petals, the cricket has gone to bed, silly nocturnal being, but d birds hv cm chirping, And pecking on my window pane, I could make a soul song from the chirps...C.W.E
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 07:33:19 +0000