Morning's TriflesA Poem by Cherrie
Upon the vista,
Morning's trifles glean. Day's wafting breath stirs, tender blades of green. Then boldly a cresting smile, sits on the horizon, and awakes hope anew. © 2022 CherrieReviews
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