A meandering morn
Soon to be torn
From the freshly awake
For the day they must take.
Were dawn for e'er
Crisp'd remain in the air
And promise'd hover
On the horizon forever.
Hope to contain
Morning's shield from pain
As the time is still there
To prior damage repair.
Had day break no end
I'll admit might offend
The ever drowsy wakers
And reliant coffee makers.
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Day Break
PoetryA short piece that articulates my desire for mornings to stretch on and retain the feeling of fresh, new hope that accompanies daybreak.
