Morning wonder, magic, cool and still. One word resounds with thee....Silence. Refreshing, slumbering legs cut through the fresh morn still. Movement to movement, gaining momentum like the crescendo of the day soon to come. Lysander's spear hurls forth the fiery sun, that warms the land and once again.... beds me fore it weds the night.
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james doig
I am a professional musician and having a go at writing for the first time. I'm all for constructive feedback.
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