The Morning of Your Day Soon does the sky break pink Thus begins a new day’s story A mist of dew is glistening On the petals of a morning glory The smell, the sound and sight Seem to take my cares away I’d never make it through the night Without the morning of my day Early birds, they sing ‘good... Sign in to see full entry.
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The colors in the rainbow in the water puddle at the gas station as the wind gently ripples it just before your huge foot stomps a new design in what will soon relax back to its peaceful origin.