Awake,
like the night fox.
Listening to the sounds of the city and
wondering how noise
can be quiet.
Autumn has entered through the door
bringing her soft,
misty mornings.
Church spires poking the early sky
and coffee scent stealing up the stairs.
All these little rituals.
Our day to day livings.
Some times even words,
fail to express the fullness
of the human heart.
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Pretty misty stars