I rise early.
My breath coming out in puffs of white.
But the sun is coming and I don't want to miss it.
With my back comfortably against the tree I wait and watch.
The sun rises slow, and my joy rises fast.
The sunrise extends a hand towards me, I grab it, it squeezes my hand tight, then sends me off to begin a new day with strength.
Now evening, I lay against the same tree, my breath ever cold. But I would never miss a sunset.
Once again it reaches out, grabbing my hand, giving it a warm kiss. Telling me with that kiss that it's proud of me, and is sending me off to begin fresh tomorrow.
Now the moon glows above me, it sends a shooting star to tuck me in and sprinkle me with sweet dreams...
Well...
I do admit, that was very strange and not really a poem, but I got inspired to write it, I sure am strange 😊 but I hope none the less you enjoyed it? Right?
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My Heart in a Box
PoezjaUNDERGOING EDITING [Highest rank 103 in Poetry 11-12-17] [#105 in Poetry 11-02-17] [ #139 in Poetry 10-13-17] [#205 in Poetry 9-21-17] We never know what to expect in life. I take what it gives me and melt it into words that leak into Poems.
