I rose early with growing excitement
Anticipation filling my mind
As I waited for the morning to arrive
My thoughts filled of passing times
Colors that will decorate the sky
A memory for all eternities
Feeling so alive as I watch
Overwhelmed by what I see
How can I speak of the morning
Knowing the previous night must die
Just so we may all be witness
To something so special as a sunrise
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Author:
bigwolf (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2013 08:41
- Category: Nature
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Beautiful bigwolf just beautiful, soki
Thank you so much sokibgb
beautiful use of imagery! I especially love the first two lines of the last verse.
Thank you so much baj-a, I'm glad you enjoyed this poem
yes, this is a beautiful poem. I too like to watch in the morning. It is an exciting time of day. But , you're right it's also the death of another day.... a paradox...a happy/sad occasion. diamond
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