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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #13; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
CREATION SONG 1
What brush daubs morning
Splendor of bird songs
Whose at the tip of sky-grey yawning
Breath awakened the night longs
To go in concealment
What wonders bring you daylight
To steer a course of puzzlement
Do you have that right
Lo! the fullness of day no one
Dares claim for his own
© gillena cox 2015