Berries from my garden for breakfast.
Wash my face in the morning dew.
Warm my toes in the sun.
Watch the trees dance with the wind.
Listen to the chatter of birds.
Traffic goes by...
sounding like wave of the ocean.
Hot, sweet, creamy coffee tickles my tounge.
Peace is in these brief moments.
These moments are few...
These moments are magickal.
~Karmen 2008
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