Dawn breaks
At a child's cry
Brilliant colours
Streak the sky
A mother groans
As she strains to wake
The sun rises
No sound to make
The mother stands
And sees the sky
A smile to her face
A gleam to her eye
Birds start to sing
As she calms her child
The sun looks down
And glows approval
She tells her girl,
"The sun is kind
A mother given
To all mankind."
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My Life On Paper
PoesíaAll my feelings spread out on paper. Written and said in the only way I know how; poetry.
