WINNIESPOETRY: ON A POETIC MORN

WINNIESPOETRY PRESENTS:

ON A POETIC MORN

Morn....the day is new and I exhale a mist
of cool air.
I saw the fogs traveling over the short distances.
This is what I saw
On a poetic morn.
The inviting natures of God shown in the
shadows of lighted skies.
My eyes beheld a beauty of creations.
I quoted in a microphone of imaginations.
"This is one moment I lived."
On a poetic morn.
Spirits of glories soared,
Tears of my soul cried.
Places in my body trembled.
I was chilled, I was warmed, I was.
This is a magnificient lovely thing.
Where poetry flowed and every one of the words
were in touched with existence.
I wrote of this experience.
On a poetic morn.

I AM MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRY2008
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