Morning It’s morning sunlight through windows,walls dazzle, andI stop in this universe of light.It warms the air, my face.It holds my shadowin its stride. And right now,there is only me.No one else.No tears, ills, or poverty. Just me in this momentof forever light. For Twiglet 246: the sun sits pretty. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky … Continue reading for Twiglet #246