Early Morning, by Broken-Hearted Angel. Subscribe to rss feed for Broken-Hearted Angel.

Morning comes too early 
with mist upon the grass
Daylight chasing dreams
fragile as cut glass
Still a smile will linger
while the darkness fades
Softly in the memory
still the music plays
A breath of the laughter
settles in the heart
A day like any other
but, different from the start.
Posted: 2005-11-05 18:21:52 UTC

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