The morning was
quite different from other days
I found myself stunned
by the breez as if there were whistle
which let me loose the bound.
I felt pleased
by the call of new day.
There was not any dream
created for me last night and I
did not have fears
when my eyes opened
for the first time this morning.
good morning Mr. Sun,
good morning Mrs. World.
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Author:
Prinz Dodo (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Wandering as the first call of the morning touched my very nerves.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
Yeah, a good reflection on the "fresh beginning" a new morning seems to promise. I loved the reference to the breeze....so lovely in communicating the thought.
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