In the early light, shadows on my mind,Morning blues creeping, a subtle kind.Sunrise whispers, but my spirit's still in bed,Tangled in the sheets, dreams playing in my head.
Coffee brewing, a reluctant rise,Mornings dragging, heavy like goodbyes.But I'll face the day, with a sleepy smile,Morning blues linger, just for a while.
Oh, morning blues, like a slow sunrise,Painting the world with sleepy eyes.In the quiet dawn, where dreams are unfurled,I'll dance with the morning blues, in this waking world.
The alarm's melody, a reluctant call,Echoing through the room, a morning brawl.Barefoot on cold floors, where shadows fade,Morning blues linger, like a serenade.
City waking, in a soft hue,I navigate the morning, like morning dew.But in the quiet moments, where the day is unfurled,I find solace in the dance of the morning world.
A symphony of yawns, a ballet of sighs,Morning blues, a sleepy guise.But in the gentle light, where shadows swirl,I'll find my way through the morning world.
The city awakening, in a muted song,Morning blues linger, but I'll play along.A sleepy town, in a morning embrace,I'll find my rhythm in this waking space.
Coffee's warmth, like a friendly hand,Guiding me through the morning land.As the blues dissolve, like a banner unfurled,I'll embrace the day, in this waking world.
So, let the morning blues gently fade,In the canvas of dawn, a new day is laid.With sleepy eyes and dreams in a twirl,I'll embrace the morning blues, in this waking world.
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Deemed To Be
PoetryDive into the pages of 'Deemed To Be' a poignant and thought-provoking poetry collection that delves deep into the dark underbelly of the modern education system. Through evocative verses and vivid imagery, this book explores the often unspoken, tox...
