My Morning (poem)
Sing my sweet morning
Of moments so rare
Of feelings we share
And dreams in the air
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Way of tomorrow
My meaning of light
My everything right
And all this ignite
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Each beat of my heart
The reason to be
Imagined set free
A life’s fantasy
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For when the darkness comes
We see it peering over Joy’s horizon
Waiting ever waiting
For its morbid moment
To trounce upon our truth
Testing its temper
Against the winds of time
And where will we be
Where will we be
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Sing on dear morning
Of seasons we knew
Of happiness due
In words I love you