I woke up this morning,
eager to see the morning sun
slowly emerging
on the other side
across the dark horizon.
I imagined it to be
so beautiful,
so mesmerising--
A glimpse of future
slowly blending into
and bending away
yesterday's darkness.
The pitch black clouds
slowly turn into
hues of beautiful
refracted lights,
and as the sun floats
above the horizon,
the world is bathed
in glorious warmth
again.
But alas and alack!
As I was too deep
in my own imagination,
I failed to notice
that the morning sun
refused to shine,
shyly she hid behind
the gloomy sky.
But I will come here again,
I will come here again
to see her brilliance.
HBY,
23 December 2020,
9.49am.
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Overflowing
Thơ caThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
