morning’s glory comes
flat, still shadows slink away
nature’s palette arise
morning’s glory comes
the faithful’s known miracle
balm for desperate
shadows slink away
their dread-filled pools abandoned
as hope tiptoes in
nature’s palette rise
rose, butter, tangerine sky
e’er fresh gift for life
ooooh – that’s so lovely, Lisa ❤
~David
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Thank you very much, David. I wrote these postcards in the mornings while drinking my first cuppajoe, looking out onto each new day ❤
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*big smile*
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So lovely
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Thank you ❤
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😃
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Hope tiptoes in…what a lovely thought. (K)
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🙂
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such hopeful and sweetness of Morning Glories Lisa❣️
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Thank you, Cindy ❤
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So welcome Lisa! 💞
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