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Poetry By: Pennyg

Morning makes it all anew.

Submitted:Nov 19, 2011    Reads: 18    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The sunlight enters

Peaking through the blinds

Seeking out

And finding my face.

I see the beams

Ricocheting off the window

Aiming my way

Beams...full of dancing dust.

Dust from the nights dreams

From the galaxies stars

Twisting and suspended.

Like fairies on a moonbeam.

A brand new day to live

To see, to feel, to enjoy

To live life to the fullest

Taking nothing for granted.

Even through days of chaos

Of strife and stress

The nights will scrub it all away

And morning, anew, will break.

A smile appears upon my face

As I awaken to another great day.

A refreshed and shining clean slate

That the dreams had scrubbed away

From yesterdays chaos

Comes a refreshed new day.

Yes, morning has come

Last nights dreams slip away.


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