#WritcoPoemPrompt87
A new day, a new week,
Breathes your precious fragile spirit,
A new beginning, almost frightened to speak,
For it has magic virtues in it,
reminding me your presence is neither near nor far,
wind chimes blowing in heavy winds,
walking in the shadows of nights howling moon,
dancing joyful to creatures sounds of the night,
mesmerized at the...