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My Morning

written by: huntersjames

@huntersjames

 

Dawn’s no mistress
An even poorer seductress

‘Tis not hers to blame
Few souls are out for her to aim

Sometimes she’s foiled by mountains
Mostly it's soft cushions and lace curtains

Warm hugs and comforts
Restrain her more able consorts

Her golden aura a secret remains
Few have strength to take the reigns

Their will sucked dry by easy life
Virgin rays sans host, light their own arrive

The quiet silence gains the most
As nature treats her first the best

Affirms all sense of equity
Leaving morning, my morning, unspoiled for me.

huntersjames

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