The fifth poem is already here. Yay… or Nay? 😉
Read, enjoy it if you will. I’m off to sleep (it’s kind of late here).
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Fragrance of garden at dawn
And water, turbid but pure
Aroma of coffee and milk
And breakfast in our bed.
Night hues are our salvation
Black and blue and silver
Morning colours which divide
Green and red and golden.
All of that we gladly shared
The sounds around our shed
Birds in flight and crickets loud
But none of that exists anymore
Neither does our scent and core.