Smell Of A Morning

Smell Of A Morning | Poetry on Mooseymares

The smell of a morning.

Brought by wind.

Mixing with the scent of the soap on the face.

Eyes barely open.

Washing up at the sink.

These little moments.

What else is needed to enjoy life?

Inhaling the smell of the morning.

Isn’t it all already perfect?

Feeling the warm wind coming through the window.

What else matters right now?

The world is embracing the body and soul.

Everything else disappears.

Nothing else matters.

Just be.

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