Awakening to the hues of dawn,
Marvelous shades of reds, oranges, and yellows,
More beautiful than the most antique cellos,
I desire for these moments to never be gone,
The sweet melody of birdsong,
With its chirps and whistles,
Better than wind through thistles,
A tune to which I am unable to sing along,
Droplets of fresh dew on the grass,
Twinkling in the new light,
Such a splendid sight,
Easy to please a lad or lass,
The moon fading away with the sun's rise,
As the sky becomes brighter,
And the shade of blue becomes lighter,
It is the night's wonderous demise,
As I lift from my place of rest,
In this time known as morning,
Feeling harmony in the beginning of the day's adorning,
These lovely moments, to me, are some of the best.
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Little Writings From A Little Person
PoesiaThis is a collection of little writings and poems that I've written. They range in any subject possible. I just write whenever I'm bored, so I've decided to share them with people other than my close friends. I hope you like them. ❤
