Waking up to a beam of sunlight warming your skin chilled by the damp night air that had settled. Hearing the birds chirping, singing sweet songs, no words, just beauty in the sound.
Planning the day, thinking of friends, loving life as is.
Finding the beauty
Knowing simple things are rare
Within and without.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Stine Writing 
Here’s to simple things–the best things!
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Simply beautiful.
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Rare and wonderful Well done.
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Thank you!
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How lovely!
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Thank you
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Most welcome!
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You paint a picturesque picture indeed
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Well, thank you!
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