Have faith that tomorrow will be a good morning.

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Have faith that tomorrow will be a good morning.
Home together on Sunday morning coffee cup in hand is what I want, I'm hoping someday you'll understand.
Look to be grateful for each morning sunrise and appreciate being alive.
Isn't it beautiful? I love living slightly more on an ordinary morning.
This morning I feel oddly happy. The secret of peace: it is unnecessary to have a problem. The rain is lovely and I will read novels life seems so meanderingly pleasant. I do nothing and will be joyful.
I rose lazily on a crisp February morning, the snow shimmering brightly in wintry white.
The morning air began to bleed into the beautiful earth. Birds sang across the field and the sun rode across the sky.
I found him as beautiful as a dream. My head ran from morning til night. Ah, the poetry I'd written.