Found Poetry 686

8/3/21

a morning only has goodness in it
unfolding eggs like the bed sheets
diamond salt perfectly sprinkled
teeth and hair brushy brushy
your mirror age is a mirage

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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