Sunrise, flames burning the sky
Peeking through the trees
The cold, seeping through your clothes
Your breath, like a mist
Frost on the truck
The cat, hiding somewhere warm
Coffee, bitter and sweet
Like sipping on heaven
Always up before the sun arrives
But on mornings like this, I don't mind
- 1/5/20
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Garrulous
PoesíaA collection of poems based around whatever was running through my mind at the time. Whether it be my life experiences or just a dumb idea I thought of. Feel free to hop around to whatever poem catches your eye, they vary widely in tone and theme. I...
