If Morning heals
then the dark
A night wounds.
If Morning heals
there's healing
then the dark
A night is inflicting.
If Morning heals
All doom subdues
then the dark
A night
Leaves dews
that drop like
mournful rain.
Night passes
I know
That Morning heals
WHATEVER CIRCUMSTANCES.
YOU ARE READING
The Breathing Poems
PoetryWhen I cannot speak, I cannot be mad, when I cannot share the happiness, all I have to do is to write the breathing poems.
