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.
Poet
Person
done a lot of things,
some more worthwhile than others,
now I'm doin this
Person
done a lot of things,
some more worthwhile than others,
now I'm doin this
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