early morning mist lingers
draws a blanket around us
outside the birds chatter
make plans for the day
children’s soft snores
a moment of stolen bliss
I sip my tea and ponder
the sanctity of silence
(The Daily Post prompt: bliss.)
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Very cute..!
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Thank you… it’s the simple things, isn’t it? Like your baby’s toes. Sheer bliss.
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😀 Definitely, the little things!
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I can feel the moment. Nicely written.
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Oops…that was suppose to go on a different posting.
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haha. you are doing a tour!
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LOL… no right one…sorry…the screen looks different on this one.
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Are you catching my brain fog,lol
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