It's like a whole 'nother world
At 5 A.M.
It's serene
And chilly
But beautiful
Breathtaking
The sun just on the horizon
Slowly making its debut
An oversized sweatshirt on my shoulders
And a cup of steaming tea in my hands
No real reason to be up
Other than I can't sleep
Why not spend it
Enjoying the beauty of the world?
The purple clouds
And pink skies
All anyone could ask for
At 5 A.M.
It's prettier than sunset
And well worth being up
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
