Morning rolls over, the Sun stretches its rays across the light blue sky giving me a wholesome feeling of a hug, so say "Cheese" to the morning.The bright sun's light lightly touches my cold face awaking my energy from the night. The lukewarm Breeze comes around from the corner and rolls over the pine trees bringing leafs of sweet mint along scooping towards the grass; landing not so gracefully but sudden on the fresh morning grass. A good morning has arrived, so say "Cheese".
-Ivo
Saturday, February 6, 2010
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wow...michael beautiful words.
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