When I rise with the day
I will rise with the dawn
And the sun will rise up ,
With the flora and fawn.
It is no longer black out
I will rise with the light
And thou love the day,
It can't always be night.
The birds are now chirping
The sun is aglow
The wind is now blowing,
With fawn and the doe.
I will rise with the day
When dusk turns to dawn
And up with the morning,
The flora and fawn.
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A Dash of Poetry
PoetryA mixed-up mash of random poetry I've made. You may like it, may connect with it, or may just think it's cringey, but thanks fo r licking on it anyway haha.
