Morning hums in the gentle air,a rustic bed is waiting there.Warm sheets are rumpled, soft, and worn,a quiet space where dreams were born. Ornate lamps glow with amber light,a round mirror reflects the night.He lingers briefly, then he goes,a man released from workday woes. The door clicks shut, his steps are slow,the lake ahead begins... Continue Reading →| Grace of the Sun
Welcome back to another WDYS prompt Rules; You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post. Write an original story, poem or a caption. There is no limit to wor…| Keep it alive