The Morning


I woke up in the morning:

The atmosphere was bruising and fusing together in white and blue;

The colors spewed everywhere like on a rug,

I could see it through the opening in my house.

the sun was unfurling in a huge light

 Like a baby opening its eyes slowly to see it’s mother.

The illuminance of the light shined bright

The light came through my room

It was as if two lightsabers were in my room

One was white and the other dotted in different colors

I could see red, blue, white, green

It  passed through the door and windows

And the rooster was calling for the wake up call

The sound rushed through my ears; sending a 

Message to my brain to start preparing for the day,

  • Author: Cesuke (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2022 15:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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