MusingsPoetry

04:44

Sounds,
filtering through my ears.

Lights,
awakening my eyes.

Morning fragrance,
permeating my nostrils.

Cooling breeze,
caressing my sleepy skin.

Life and air,
came looking for me again.

All is set,
to dominate the day.

At 4:44,
the essence of living struck me again.

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