Of Any Morning

by Steve   Jun 13, 2006


She exhales on the window
And lets her little finger
Trace a smile on the world
Below her

She can't help but laugh
To herself over the beauty
In this ordinary
Morning sky

And she smiled today
For the first time
In a long time
She has one thing
To smile about
She has finally found her way

And she blows the steam
From Her cup and lets it
Dance away to warm
Another soul

She can't help but laugh
To herself over the beauty
in this ordinary
Cup of Tea

And she smiled today
For the first time
In a long time
She has one thing
To smile about
She's finally found her way

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