I Know Morning:

The orange hollow rise,
 I can see the om
As light itself
Autumn trees on my back
they speak in sway
Wind breathes cold
loud crashes against the ocean
they speak in waves
Distant greys, clouds come home
smell rain’s perfume
lay it on my tongue
Resurrected dreams
billions, unanchored
small, peckish ships
hindered, loves landing
blown in the moment
In the morning
break into the night
strike back with courage
Dream a billion more
unhindered/ unanchored
skies
Counted but discontinued
I know its morning~your kindness sister Krissy Mosley
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Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling stories to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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