When morning comes and the stars fade
The sky was glistening now it's beaming
Changing with hearts of many
That resemble the cycle plenty
It awakens life that was slowly tucked in to make the others breathe again
When morning comes
So do the alarms
That scream aloud the sound
Which was quiet enough
For a pin drop to appear loud
They give each other air
Without a single touch.Yet the loving care, so pure and bare
Yet their souls know there's someone out there
Who's deserving enough for there to be a fair share
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Lost Poems
PoetryLove writing, mostly poetry in general I hope this impacts you in a way and if it doesn't then I'm sowiii. Enjoy!
