Walking through a London park in the early morning, when the whole day lies ahead.
The wet petal carpet sticks to my soul
a chilling breeze finds it’s way through my clothes.
Rhythmic steps continuously drive me on
through the drizzle, to the sun blanket on my face
and a hot coffee between by palms.
It’s just beginning.
Hi Petalm,have a nice day and really very good poem friend,Thanks 
Sounds like a wonderful morning Great poem!
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