One of a Morning
You can wake up, eat, and sleep;
But what you hold dear, is what you keep.
Character seems strong or maybe weak,
No matter what you're told, you are unique.
Are you alright with yourself, you knew,
In this world, there's only one you.
Every waking moment of your's is like a canvas,
New, unique, grossly incandescent, fulfilled radiance.
This poem is about:
Our world
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