good morning
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Good morning
Light in the sky
Come to wake
My sleeping eyes
How are you
This day bright
Never did I
Know such might
Exhaustion seeps into my bones,
The crisp morning chill sends daggers through my veins
But I fight it, urging myself to leave my bed of cotton and clouds
i am the burried treasure found centuries after being hidden away under blankets of rubble.
my eyes decorated with rings of purple and blue from a soundless slumber, evidence of a sleep still needed to be had.
Good Morning, cruel world!
Because even though this world
Is very cruel,
I still wake up,
I still live here,
Don't I!
I am determined to make a difference.
Even though it may be a small one.
Good mourning Father,
It was a great mourning that I had
And I thank you for it.
It began my journey to you opening my eyes and now it’s morning time and I’m still thinking of you
