GOOD MORNING BEAUTIFUL BY STEVE HOLY

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You may be wondering why I am still talking about morning and the beauty it presents to us. The answer is quite simple. I am still in the spirit of love and morning.

Wait a minute! That sounds ridiculous, right? We are always in the spirit of love especially when we see a dove fly pass the window while we prepare for the day’s stress in the morning.

You just cannot help but smile at such marvelous view that comes by in the morning. True or False? Anyways, I will tell you a more recent and funny story. I just hope he doesn’t use it against me.😊

A very good friend of mine had to go see mother nature in her coldest state. Guess what? He found her but she could not see the smile on his face and that of his daughters because it was 9°F. I suck at story telling, right?

Another wonderful thing which is not really a wonder anymore, let’s just pretend it is, is where I got this song from.

“Monday, where in heaven’s name did you get this song from?”

That’s Robert asking. Hahaha. I’ll tell you. From weird friends and the internet.

Welcome to Daily Wisdom Words Music Prompt. I will be your host.

– Listen to song below

– Compose a poem inspired by song

– Share with us

READ POEMS INSPIRED BY CHARLES BROWN’S BRINGING IN THE NEW YEAR

8 thoughts on “GOOD MORNING BEAUTIFUL BY STEVE HOLY”

  1. Tell you every morning
    You are beautiful
    Tell you every morning
    You are gorgeous
    Tell you every morning
    How lovely you are
    Tell you every morning
    How you make me
    Tell you every morning
    How wonderful you are
    #dailywisdomwords

    POEM BY KARL WOMACK

  2. Commodity Amenity

    Hearts place to be found
    near an ocean sound

    Scan off high ground
    for your horizon
    Singularity

    I am I see
    lift you to me

    Cargo net I climb
    Your ship sails on time

    In foggy mist underdog kiss
    Consolidation key to our
    Commodity Amenity

    #poetrylovers

  3. A moment in time
    becomes a memory
    precious in life
    I see a spark of light
    I pick it up its just a grain
    a grain of gold something to hold
    Something to treasure
    it grows, I see your heart and soul
    Pure your beauty grows
    open like a flower
    as sweet as a rose

    POEM BY KARL WOMACK

  4. Birds chirping in
    sweet visionings
    of sunbeams
    found our morning
    one fine day it is
    eagerly awaited
    hope of a reply
    to a heart beat sigh
    for that rare perfection
    of one smile
    your eyes ever so kind
    holding mine
    amazed with greater pleasures
    moistened in dreams.

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