
Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. I could not sleep this morning, so I brewed “Dragon Well” tea while watching the twilight turn orange with the awakening sun painting the grey parade of clouds passing by. And so, a poem.
Morning Tea
When grey clouds parade by,
Sheri Edwards
painted orange as sun awakens, I sip my tea.
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Poetry/Photography
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