Morning Eyes

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Written by frankregan17

A poem about those morning moments …

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: shixart1985 Tattooed woman lying on a white bed via photopin(license)

Slivers of light, slivers of sky,
Contrails flying across my view
Upturned like a smile.
Blues and greys, mist and haze,
Memories of another place.
Wrapped within different sheets
Dreaming of a distant daze.

© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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