Whisper
My name, morning
Frost wraps around hedgerows,
Breath rises like holy incense,
Sacred
The day
The stillness is pierced by birdsong,
My name is in the song,
Written boldly,
Shining
Whisper
My name, morning
Frost wraps around hedgerows,
Breath rises like holy incense,
Sacred
The day
The stillness is pierced by birdsong,
My name is in the song,
Written boldly,
Shining
Gorgeous Lorraine it really speaks to me of English mornings..
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Thankyou so much Deborah ❤️
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Beautiful! ❤️
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Thankyou so much ❤️
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