Poems by Larry Andrews. The title came to me in a dream. It embodies my goal to serve you Tiger-like readings in Teacup portions. [Click "older posts" at the bottom to see additional writings.) Thanks and enjoy.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
New Morning
It is not the lark that awakens me But an plane jetting to the airport Then old thoughts invade the new day And I tread familiar paths Looking for love and acceptance Searching for redemption and meaning
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