Light is soft as day breaks;
The morning has crept upon us.
In our bliss and simple joy
We had not heard the larks call
Or the cocks crow.
We had not felt the awakening of the world
As we were caught up in our own
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I finally made a poem that's not sad I know major depresso going on in this book
YOU ARE READING
through toil and chance
PoetryPoetry for the doers and the dreamers. Poetry for the lovers and the fighters. Poetry for the soul seeker and the self lover. Poetry for the misfits and the outcast. Poetry for the classicist and poetry for the modernist. Pictures featured are not...
