Sunday Mornings
The ring of windchimes
and the wind blowing through the trees.
The jingle of a collar,
and paws running towards the door.
The sound of rain hitting the pavement
as coffee pours into a ceramic mug.
The sound of laughter
the kind that’s contagious.
and the wind blowing through the trees.
The jingle of a collar,
and paws running towards the door.
The sound of rain hitting the pavement
as coffee pours into a ceramic mug.
The sound of laughter
the kind that’s contagious.
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