As the sun rises and the birds sing,
the bees and wasps wake to sting,
the dogs get let out to roam their ground,
some get walked to the land around,
Cars moving, as their sounds pass by,
city buses stopping with a screeching cry.
People starting and ending their shifts,
all while the sun, its heavy head it lifts.
As the sun rises on this new day,
I started it with the above to say.
now I head off to my own confined,
an office, where I you will find.
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Comments4
When one loves someone they are always near. A very nice write beautiful
Beautiful
Captures the mornings very well. Nice write. Keep it coming,
All is nice, "all while the sun, its heavy head it lifts" is special. Very nice.
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