Morningtime, Misremembered Words, In Light

I can’t remember my line about the birds, but it is morning now, my eyes feel brighter now, maybe something about the breeze, and it feels like it has become day so suddenly.

By Jade Nicole Beals

I'm Jade, a poet, painter, and yoga teacher. I live in southeastern Massachusetts and am from Brooklyn, New York. Besides art and yoga, I love nature, spirituality, music, tea, and a good party.

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