First MorningA Poem by YahalloToday, I decide to start fresh. I grew tired of dark thoughts. I will look at the world in a better light.
After a dark
sleepless night spent with cold feet under warm sheets my legs walk on their own and my hands open the window letting the sunshine come inside quickly sun rises and waves i smile back in fresh chill air neighbour's dog barking at chirping birds and cars are coughing as the drivers turn the key this world is so different than the one behind my slouching back. © 2018 Yahallo |
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