Even the sunrise in the early morning
feels somehow tainted to me;
too reminiscent of nights spent mourning
all that I can never be.
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The Sun
PoetryAnd as The Moon sets, The Sun will rise. Bringing its warmth, Bringing its love, And bringing its comfort; In knowing we have made it To another day. •••••• Welcome to my fourth poetry collection. This book is themed on the sun and the light in our...
Sunrise
Even the sunrise in the early morning
feels somehow tainted to me;
too reminiscent of nights spent mourning
all that I can never be.