The light of the sun appears in my window
New, distinctive, pure
It gets into my bed and gives me company
A sunbeam plays with my hair,
and I close my eyes for a second, resting
The warm sense of togetherness with myself comes to life
As I embrace the new day.
Poem I
The light of the sun appears in my window
New, distinctive, pure
It gets into my bed and gives me company
A sunbeam plays with my hair,
and I close my eyes for a second, resting
The warm sense of togetherness with myself comes to life
As I embrace the new day.