day 314

treasure of a quiet morning
alarms are silent, movement slows
children dream until weary fades
as coffee brews, my ink flows

rhythmic scratch of the pen
as the words scar the page
steaming cup waiting by
when the rhymes have assuaged.


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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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