ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖: Write a poem about the first thing you hear in the morning.
Footsteps on the stair,
sadness in the air.
I turn around
for another round
of deep sleep.
Until I hear
a loud and clear
beep beep.
Magpies start to sing
on the first day of spring.
YOU ARE READING
My Summer Nights
PoetryA poetry collection written for the Achievement Hunter Challenge
