Morning Bloom

I wrote this one about a week ago. This poem is about a journey through the course of a single day how destinies can be created changed and evolved in a matter of hours. (featured image: Morning by AlectorFencer)

 

Morning Bloom

The mornings bloom

in summer’s white.

The heat that burns,

to my delight.

Time is nye,

for new ideas to take flight.

So guide this hungry creature

to the light

and send me off

into the night.

 

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