The sun has never cast a light so beautiful
as it is now.
Each inconsistent and irrelevant worry
(in the long run) is
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
off my shoulders, leaving only the warmth of
this sunny day to emit from my eyes-
positive words laugh and frolic about on my tongue.
That such an a v e r a g e d a y could shine forth-
oh the wonders of realizing a simple moment.
Lilly S. :)
I've posted this poem before as a stand-alone, but I think it fits better in Drowsy :)
YOU ARE READING
Drowsy
PoetryThe Sleep Trilogy. Book one: Drowsy (complete), Book two: Catharsis (ongoing), are both collected here. About sleepy feelings, sharp moments.
