Morning comes on wings
Here's my early thing
Leisurely breathing
Landscape rolling
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Survival is venting your frustrations on something edible because you are able to masticate, swallow and it's good for you. You can detect the change of emotions in the shape of the poem - starting out as majestic and well formed, the poem peters out to slow dwindling quiet protest. Poeming is my therapy and my survival in the drudgery of work.
Such an inspiring write, Doris..10++++
It's a complaint but yes, inspiring. Thank you for your lofty thoughts, bro. Bernard.