The morning warmth
Beneath the skin.
You cross your arms
And tense the chin.
You saw a bird
In freedom flow.
The picture's blurred
Through fog below.
Your toes are cold
On parquet tile,
And eyes are gold,
For sunset smile.
The light is coming
Down on earth.
The planet's starting
To rebirth.
The soft wind wanders
Through your bones.
You are in ponder,
I suppose...
The hair's in a mess
From morning span.
The world is blessed,
When it's A.M.
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PoetryTHE WINNER OF #ZODIACAWARDS2020 IN CATEGORY "POETRY" "But have you ever thought what makes you feel alive? That gentle ache when we are happy It makes us human beings." Hi everyone! Here you can see some of my art. These writings help me learn my i...
