for days becoming numbers
and words becoming few
for foggy mornings that start at 5:45
and Tuesdays that were
for the beauty of 'fallen'
and purple
for every day, new
for "my own little corner in my own little room"
for roses in the morning sun
for the day for mommas
for gifts from far away
for what makes me pull off the road
and even the coming days of June
and even the coming days of June
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