The morning is betraying.
Pies exercise a calming game.
A mechanic drains.
Agreeably lazily hidden, an orchestra matchs.
Betting blankly disabling, it gives a jail to a tennis…what?
No longer accepted with the fox.
And balls of frantic costs.
Betting blankly - a foundation of sorts.
The morning is betraying.
A many-layered morning!
ReplyDeleteI imagined myself out for a morning stroll .... through your eyes. Nice.
ReplyDeleteIf we have only a "foundation of sorts" we're on rather shaky ground, don't you think?
ReplyDeleteI think I got lost somewhere between the alarm going off and my coffee!
ReplyDeleteA lot of betraying mornings face us in this era of masks and mumbled prayers
ReplyDeleteHappy Wednesday
Much💝love
Oh my gosh, I love this like crazy.
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