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MORNING

THE MORNING

A blossom falls
Into the Liffey
A reed tingles into dance
Serenades a cooing pigeon
Raindrops from a leaf
Cause a stir
A fleeting Kingfisher
Fills the water with blue
And a blackbird talks to me
This is my morning
The beginning of my day

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Categorized as Poems

By Timmy Conway

By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet

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